I used to think that my cat Piper was not the sharpest tool in the shed when it came to smartness but I'm beginning to change my mind. Lately, while she's up on my desk being a treat whore, I start sniffing her butt and she gives me this look like, really? So when I head to the kitchen and gather up paper towels to perform the personal area cleanup procedure she so badly needs because she's gotten too fat to do it herself, she's off the desk and heading for the door. I have to catch her, put her back on the desk, grab the cat cleaner and do the deed, and she hates it. I don't blame her, I guess when I'm old and feeble and someone has to clean the shit off my ass, I'll hate it too.