Are there Woofies on your bed? Go up high. You might even make new friends, like Mr. Donkey and the friendly dragons on the paper lantern the Humans never did figure out how to install.
These sparkly pink flip-flops therefore belong to the Cat attached to the tail that is strategically touching both of them to maintain control of the pair, not just one, because no one wants a single sandal.
Are you under a heat dome? Is your drippy faucet broken? Have your Neanderthal Humans failed to call a plumber to fix the faucet because they prefer showers?
You are going to die.
Stare hard at your Humans so that they understand your untimely demise is ALL THEIR FAULT.
When the Humans are no longer in the bathroom, take a restorative glug from the toilet.
Little Finnegan says it’s not half bad and things are not yet dire enough that you need to drink from your water bowl.
There’s no better place and time for a prolonged chat than at the top of the stairs, early in the morning, when your Human Mommy is running late for work and is wearing a new pair of platform sandals in which you’re not convinced she’s capable of balancing her clumsy self.