Cookie is a trick cat - mostly in the mornings. When the heat comes on around 6am you can hear her squeeze in through the bathroom door, then shut it behind her to keep warm. She then waits for us there so that she can bask in the heat of the hair dryer (if we don't share she yells until we do). When Cortney is brushing her hair, Cookie paces the counter, arching her back until she is rewarded with her own brush strokes. She waits until we are gone to roll in the water on the bottom of the tub, then paws the linen closet open so that she can dry herself on the towels.
But this morning she took things a bit far. After her preening ritual it would seem that she decided to dress herself also, and made her way into the top drawer of Jon's dresser. When Jon went to shut the drawer, he heard...a cat. We couldn't see her, so we opened the next drawer down, which was accompanied by a quiet "thud," as she fell down one more level. We repeated this with each of the remaining three drawers until she was safely on the bottom, then removed the final drawer, revealing a sheepish blond kitty. That is why she is embarrassed this morning.