So this morning I headed upstairs at the appropriate time and started to push the bedroom door open...but she wasn't there. In fact, the door was mostly open. Since I am a smart kitty I assumed she was already up, and since she hadn't come downstairs I knew she was still in the house--presuming, of course, she didn't sneeze out her last few brain cells and jump from a window--so I looked around, and spotted the lone closed door.
Then, because I am *supposed* to throw a door open every morning, I slammed all
So I counted. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. And then I did it again.
When she yanked the door open I sat down and looked up at her and said, "Good morning!" but she wasn't very nice about the whole thing and I was pretty sure I wasn't going to have a good morning unless I did something to make her happy.
So I jumped up on the bathroom counter and while she was taking
This was pleasing to her, because she said "God, you are such a big help."
I do my best. Plus, it got her to go downstairs and fee dup before she washed her hair, so it must have made her very happy.