Any kind of attention is good--but not as good as my own room.

Mom had this big long talk with me yesterday about how I'm not supposed to be so tempermental and how cats have a reputation for being aloof and cool. She's annoyed with me because I had a couple accidents on the counter and then . . . well I peed on the afghan right in front of her.

Mom . . . get a clue.

They weren't accidents. You have not been giving me enough attention and THEN I find out that the extra bedroom isn't for me at all. It's for the treadmill and yoga.

I'm mad.

You've hurt my feelings and I don't like it!

So lecture all you want. I enjoy the attention.