You poor humans work so hard all day. Male, at keeping all the computers in the department up and running merrily. Female, at trying to look busy.
Sometimes, because your work days are long and often stressful, I like to arrange little surprises for you to find when you come home tired and three-quarters brain-dead.
Take today, for example.
Female, I know you’re trying to be better about not leaving glasses on the end table where the feline, hopping up on the sofa, can knock them over. Good for you–you’ve been careful to put them on the coffee table instead.
Guess now we know where I’ve been teaching your cat to sit.
Oh, stop whining. It’s not like you couldn’t have predicted this. They call them “tumblers” for a reason.