We have also developed a morning routine around the elastic.
Every morning, the second she hears the shower stop, she starts scratching on the door. I open it and she, knowing that when I take the elastic out of my hair to shower, I place it in the soap dish, lithely leaps onto the sink.
Within seconds she has knocked the elastic off the soap dish and into the sink.
Normally, she'll snatch it up between her teeth, jump down, and take off running and jumping to the bed, where she'll drop it in front of sleepy Karel, hoping to initiate a game of fetch.
However, as I am sick of losing hair elastics to kitty fetch, I have learned to place the real elastic I use in my hair with an impostor: the elastic I've given her as her permanent toy.
Thing is she KNOWS when I use the impostor. And she views it as entirely inferior.
Once she knocks into the sink, she sniffs it, sits back up and stares at me.
I'll go into the kitchen, put some water on to boil from coffee, and walk back, and she'll still be there, giving the evil kitty eye, this time from the other side of the sink so as to best magnify the effectiveness of the kitty curse.
And who said cats weren't smart? Mine is-- frighteningly so at times. Good thing she's cute-- even when she's trying to control my mind.
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