My human’s boyfriend does not understand that the master bathroom is meant for us cats, and especially for me. It’s got the best views of the front yard — and the birds that hang out there.
I enjoy it when he’s out of town because Boodie and I get the counter all to ourselves. But invariably he returns and takes up a bunch of counter space with his stupid, humungo suitcase.
Boodie actually doesn’t care all that much, probably because she is oblivious to everything.
Binga thinks it makes a good bed. She hunkers down in it for hours. Or at least until he decides to finish unpacking.
I find it annoying, especially since he never brings home any birds, cat toys or treats from his travels. Clearly he does not know what’s important in life.
What is it with humans? Some of them just seem impossible to train.