Coming into my bedroom tonight, I noticed that the blanket I use to disguise the fact that my bedside table is a set of broken Rubbermaid drawers (shhh) was pulled beneath my closet door.

I'd put away laundry earlier so I was like "alright, guess I caught it in the door".

I open my closet door.....and OUT WALTZES THE CAT

I put away laundry AT NOON TODAY. IT IS ALMOST 1 AM

Immediately I'm like "omg baby I'm so sorry let me get you nibbles and treats" but then....I look in the closet. checking for (very valid) poop or pee

Spotless

But. a small warm spot in the shape of a curled up cat on the wood floor.

THIS BITCH. SLEPT. THE WHOLE DAY. IN MY CLOSET

Even better? I'm relaying this to my GF, who's half asleep downstairs. and Chevy. the goddamn goblin, does this:

THAT IS MY CLOSET. SHE WANTS BACK IN

PFF

chevy, pls