This morning I discovered the meaning of karma. Mosi was playing up last night at bedtime and I was fed up with him as I'd been rushing around all evening (working 2 late nights this week so less free time) and really needed to go to sleep. I put him in time out and did intend to let him back into the bedroom after about 10 mins. But I fell asleep so he was shut in the living room all night (he does often sleep in there so no hardship really). I was woken about 15 mins before my alarm was due to go off by his crying and then realised what I'd done so went to let him through. Jaffa was snoozing on the bed beside me and, fortunately, hadn't need the litter tray in the night as the only tray is in the living room where Mosi was. Mosi then embarked on his revenge. First he went crazy running around the room, knocking things off right, left and centre, then he swung from the curtains and eventually he went to use his litter tray. He did a poo and got a bit on his bum (which he rarely does) and then came up to me in bed and stuck his bum in my face
It was only a tiny bit but the smell didn't half linger after he'd gone. He spent the next half an hour or so running around and taunting poor Jaffa (at one point he sat on my old wheelchair and just poked at Jaffa with his paw every time he was near). Then I made the mistake of putting a pot of lip balm on the top of a shelving unit ready to put in my bag - sure enough, a few mins later I heard it fall to the floor and Mosi was sat there trying, and failing, to look like he had nothing to do with it. Then I went to get my ipod headphones which had been neatly placed on top of a bookshelf. They were now dangling down the side and had obviously been used for a bit of sport by
someone 
Need I go on?
I deserved that, didn't I?
