Sometimes the humans forget about me. How, I'm not quite sure but they do. I mean look at me, could you ever take your eyes off my floofy belly? I thought not. My humans can.
I spent the night on the scratching post in the human's bedroom last night. I'm kind of dead to the world when I sleep so if you don't notice me I can't really fault you too much. The scratching post is in the corner too so its very hidden. The Woman gets up and puts those pieces of fabric on her body and went out to paint her face and such. I like to hang with the Awesome Man who sleeps like 15 minutes more. Not yesterday though. Yesterday he got right up and did his thing.
Being a pain in our butts the AM does not like cats in the bedroom when they aren't home because certain MEEZERS that live with us cause trouble. Hence the door is always closed. Well, I was really sleepy and didn't get up to rub all over him like I usually do.
Do you know what happened???? I WAS LOCKED IN THE BEDROOM FOR 10 HOURS. Thats right- TEN HOURS. Latte was hysterical. So upset that he ran to the Woman when she was home from work and was "up her butt" which he usually isn't. She asked him why he was and she finally heard my pitiful cries from upstairs.
Well, let me tell you did I ever have to poo!!!!! First I wanted to be pet. Then I wanted to poo. Then I had to pee. Those humans are so fricking lucky I didn't pee on any of their stuff. I should have too. 10 hours with no food/water/litterbox.
I demand to be taken off of my diet for my good behavior.