Came in earlier with a spot of lunch - a spot of pate. Ashycat was fast asleep. The cunning plan was to have mine and save her a little bit. Just a tiny bit (and it's low fat pate).
Nope. She was WIDE AWAKE and sitting up as soon as I brought it in. Then the front paws went on the coffee table. She had a little bit on toast, that'll keep her happy. Will it rowlocks! She got right on the coffee table and was leaning over the desk licking the pate. Move it out of her reach, she jumps up onto the desk (knocking over the dregs of my coffee) and stands on the keyboard of my laptop. She turned up the sound on my laptop, so it sounded like she had Tchaikovsky's Hymn of the Cherubim coming out of her bottom and she did something that made my computer go a bit blinky.
She was underwhelmed to be lifted off and put on the floor. I did give her a bit of pate, not all of it mind. Then I knocked a pen box onto her head and she didn't speak to me for half an hour.
I have never known her be so norty