Beliefs

Rumpels firmly believes that:

• She earns her keep by being the family vacuum cleaner.
• She is an archaelogist and there are the remnants of a lost civilization in the dirt of my houseplants.
• Every single time someone goes toward the bedroom she will get food.
• We put the wrong things in our trashcans and she has to liberate them.
• My hairbands are evil and should be batted about, chewed to bits, and then eaten.
• She should climb every mountain. Or end table, or counter top, or table, or flat-file ...
• She is part chinchilla and should chew on anything that's looking shifty.
• And oh yes, I almost forgot: She is unable to sleep during the night at all unless she has spent at least fifteen minutes pouncing on our toes, and feet, and fingers.
  

The fact none of these things are true doesn't keep her from believing them with every fiber of her being. There may be a lesson of some sort in that somewhere, but I'm so busy trying to keep ahead of my naughty cat that I haven't had time to figure it out.