I think I've mentioned before that our cat can be a pain in the butt. Right now, she's decided that she LOVES the Christmas tree. When we're in the room, she's good as gold and just lays sleeping under the tree. However, if we leave the room for even a second, she's trying to climb the dang tree and/or to knock it over. The thing is, she KNOWS that's bad. She KNOWS that she isn't supposed to, because as soon as we come back in the room, she cocks her head, and looks at us as if to say, "What?"
Then she runs and hides. So, for the last few days, we've been shutting her in the bathroom while we're at work. I don't like doing this, but it really is the only way. And we've got her all set up in there--food, water, toys, and we even shoved some towels in the sink to make a make-shift bed.
The other night, Justin and I were home, so she was allowed out of the bathroom. We were watching some Dexter (thanks sis!), and noticed that we hadn't seen Bones for awhile. I ventured down the hallway, and saw this:
Now, even when we're home, she's taken to sleeping in the sink. It's her new favorite place. The other morning, I needed to brush my teeth, but I couldn't get her to move, so I turned the water on to a slow drip. Nope. She just laid there in the sink, sleeping. Now she guards it--if you come near the sink, she'll swat you away. She is so weird!