My cat, Twilight, just over a year old, has never had an accident outside her litter box, EVER.
Then last night, I noticed she was on top of the coffee table, scratching my purse, so I picked her up, and she peed on me! That's right, she was about to do her business right on top of my purse. So there I stood shouting and cursing, while my husband sat on the couch giggling.
So this morning, I got out of bed and began to get dressed and happen to notice the cat on my bed, scratching at the sheets. This seemed odd to me, so I walked over, and SHE HAD PEED ON MY BED. Right where I friggin sleep.
She hates me. I would say that she has officially gone out of her way to make that good and clear. Ugh.
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