Jumping over and over Pink Thing's baby door in the middle of the night is a hoot. It's relatively subtle, and I do like to be subtle in my torments. Sophistication is the mark of a higher echelon of meankitties, and I have a reputation to uphold as the namesake of our species. That's why I frequently restrict myself to a single paw in my psychological strikes against the humans, among other things.
Now I hate to be obvious, but when all the wimmins in this house are asleep in the middle of the day, even Pink Thing, who gave up daytime naps long ago, I simply must let loose with a series of thumps, bumps, crashes and loud caterwauling.
The things they make me do.
MK
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