Cats turn you into a liar. I’m pretty sure they do it on purpose. They wait for you to say something, something like “He has his favorite sleeping spot, which is the rocker in my bedroom and I don’t think I’ve seen Zoe sleep there since he decided it was his.”
Sure, I didn’t actually say she never slept there, just that I hadn’t seen her there. And so today, she has been sleeping in Charlie’s chair all morning.
And where is Charlie? Why, he’s in the bed that neither one of them has ever liked. The bed that no cat who has ever lived in this house liked. The bed that they were fighting over yesterday.
How about if I just admit I never know what either one of them is going to do next?