|Nephew: 9mo-old Evil-Genius|
She's been weirdly picky about her litter preferences of late. Somedays she likes scoopable, some days she wants clay. I, however, don't like clay, so I've been in a full-on battle of wills with her the past week over using the litter box. I have to pick her up, put her in it(it's clean, I don't know why she decided not to like it), and make her stay in there until she gives up and uses it so I'll let her back out. This is where the idea comes in that she's brain-damaged.
|Nibbler: Crazy-eyed Evil-Genius|
And today she tried to trick me.
After screaming at the door(like usual), and having me ignore her(still usual), she ran to the box, jumped in, scratched three times, then jumped back out and ran back to the door. SEE, I WENT TO THE BOX. I didn't immediately get up to go let her out, so she resumed screaming, and I resumed ignoring her. After a few minutes, she gave in and went to the box and used it, and I let her out.
If that's not conniving, I don't know what is. Today's verdict: brain-damaged cat is evil-genius.
And what's the writing lesson in this? I have no idea, so today is Make Up Your Own Lesson Day on my blog!
My made-up writing lesson: Just because someone's crazy doesn't mean they can't have moments of insight. Or something. I don't know. :)