Sweatpea
Sabrina has a little annoying cat named Sweatpea (although when she's not home, I call her Sourpea on account of her rotten personality). This cat is something else. You'll just be minding your own business and she'll jet across the room, or drool on you, or try to get you to pet her. One day, I was trying to take a nap on the couch and stupid Sweatpea is running around chasing nothing like a psycho. Rather than undergo this bizarre behavior, I lure her into Sabrina's room by saying something to the effect of, "Come into this room so I can pet you." When she takes the bait, I shut the door. I go back to the couch and try to resume my nap. Sweetpea starts hitting her head against Sabrina's door. Nice try. To block out the noise she's making I turn on the fan and go to sleep feeling safe since that nuisance is behind a closed door. I nap for a little. Well, I turn around and groggily (is that a word?) open my eyes and see Sweetpea standing on the coffee table staring at me. She looked so pissed. How the hell did she get out of that room? This cat is like a demon or something!