wow!

I really encourage Jupiter (my little black cat)  to talk to me as
things come up, you know, not hold things in...

it just makes for an explosion

last night while I was sleeping (sleeping good too)

she climbs over my barricade into the studio...
turns over one of my cabinet speakers (along with everything that was
on it)
I still haven't found the bottle of tabasco...

the cabinet weighs at least 40 lbs or so....i have no idea how she did
it
(it's a large speaker)

THEN she goes in the laundry and turns over my stack of freshly folded
clothes
(a big stack)

this morning while I was picking up the clothes she runs in and sets
down beside the mess...
and puts her paw on a shirt and looks at me... IM NOT KIDDING...
like YES I DID IT

SHE NEVER CLIMBS ON THOSE THINGS...

she's not talking to me right now, oh well...

i got the %$^%^ can opener, nothing like a little *pang to give her a
revelation..
muuuhoo hahahaha

i have no idea what I have done

why do women act like this

just talk to me baby... WE CAN WORK IT OUT!!!

only thing I can figure, she didn't like my house guests last night
(who had no contact with her) just a dj friend and then a neighbor
stopped by...