A few moments ago I went into the bathroom to comb my hair, but Emily our grey bratcat had gotten there first. She was sprawled on the comfy mat under the mirror, enjoying the heat from the radiator on this bitterly cold Canadian morning.

Gently I booped her furry butt with the toe of my shoe, but she only stared up at me and didn't budge. I shrugged, and awkwardly planted one foot on each side of her and got out my comb.

When Emily saw me do this, she immediately rose and sauntered from the room. A coincidence? I don't think so. I think she figured she'd won this latest contest of wills. Cats - 1, Humans - 0.

I'm curious. Does this go on at your place?

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January 27, 2007