You Just Don't Understand!

A few days ago, in what was probably a very graceful, acrobatic leap from our bed to the dresser, the cat managed to bring a very large, heavy mirror crashing down on her. 

Cat's fine, mirror's fine, but she's a little beat up, and has some feelings on the subject. I don't exactly speak cat, but she retreated into our roommate's room and refuses to come out or interact with us except to demand to be fed on her usual schedule, as if we were somehow to blame for her injury.

"Is this what it's going to be like to live with a teenager?" I ask Katie, who nods sadly.