My cat, Eris, seems to understand the concept of revenge. To wit:
Last night I forgot to put the bag of cat treats back in the cabinet. I laid down to sleep, and heard crinkling. I know that sound well, so I went to the kitchen and took the bag — which he hadn’t managed to chew through yet — away, and put it back in the cabinet.
I got in bed. Closed my eyes. Suddenly there was a crash as he knocked almost everything off my nightstand. I growled at him. He went away.
I heard a strange noise from the bathroom. Since it wasn’t the sound of anything landing in the toilet, I decided not to investigate.
This morning he had somehow removed the toilet seat from the toilet.
I’m not joking. It was laying tilted, one side resting on the floor between toilet and bathtub.
I used that toilet last night, and that seat was firmly on there. I swear it.
What the fuck, cat. What the ever-loving fuck.