Cats....I love them to death, but sometimes....well, they make me want to drink a beer at 8 in the morning.
Bronte, my dear old tortie girl of 16, has a thing for my tea mugs, insists on head butting them. Always has. I know this. So, why do I leave a mug of tea out on the counter near where she plants herself each day? Oh yeah, I'm having a senior moment while I'm doing other chores. I heard the mug hit the counter, but there was nothing I could do but listen to the splash of its entire contents hit my kitchen floor and run down the cabinets. Apparently she thinks I need one more chore in the morning. Silly me.
You'd think Bronte would learn about hot tea, but she never has. Years ago she head-butted my hand as I held my mug of just-poured boiled water, and she got a nice splash of it on top of her head. She had a burn about the size of a quarter there and no hair at that spot for a while. But, she still insists on head-butting my mugs to this day.
I don't try to understand these things, most of the time I just try to avoid them. Of course, she is packed up in the shipping box and ready to go, if anyone wants her. lol!