Miya-4, Lori-0

So I've spent a good part of today fighting my cat. Specifically, I've tried to win the battle of who's smarter (and who can fit through tiny spaces). And my cat is winning. Sigh. Whenever someone leaves the house, she hides under the bed (because of course, she knows that I'll close the doors and she won't get to stay in the room). And it's more like my roommate's bed because I guess my bed is not interesting enough for her to want to hide under? So, today I tried to stuff everything I could find under the bed in order to create some kind of wall that she couldn't get past. And get past it she did. Four times. Really? I've been outsmarted by a cat? FOUR TIMES!!!? Everytime I thought I had the victory, I would look under the bed to see her eyes and pointy ears taunting me. And then she used the ultimate weapon on me- cuteness. Because as I was attempting try #5, I noticed that she moved aside a box and was curled up in the cutest little ball under the bed. Who could fight that?! So yes, I was/am defeated by my cat...It makes me want another one... J/k!!! (I'm being monitored closely by the anti-cat-lady society formed by my friends and had to say this).

Also, I want you to know that I would be THAT person that would talk about their kids and how smart they are ALL the time if I had them.

Edwards peanut butter pie again. mmmmm