Fast forward to a few months ago, right after my alarm went off.
My cat can’t tell time, so all of a sudden, her call for breakfast was at 5 a.m. (it used to be at 6 a.m.). So she clambers onto my bed, poking my face, meowing for me to wake up.
Without thinking further about what this might lead to, I pushed my cat away and immediately regretted it.
Directly in my face, my cat voiced her displeasure.
The next day, she got an automatic feeder.
Another story of my evil cat… One day, I opened a beer bottle and the cap flew into my cat accidentally.
I discovered my shoes full of pee in the morning and next to them was this bottle cap. I laughed at first and then realized it wasn’t a coincidence. She. Was. Taking. Freaking. Revenge. On. Me.