...who has taken a liking to the table we placed behind our sofa. She likes to stand on it because then it makes her feel taller. But then she gets yelled at and slides back down the cushion on her hiney, safely back onto the couch.
I wonder sometimes if she ever does it when we're not home and is all, "HAHA SCREW YOU GUYS ehhh it's boring up here when there's no one to yell at me for being a total badass..."
I know for sure she sleeps on our pile of shoes by the door when we're gone.
Also, here's the first known picture of Fig (supposedly.)