I was doing a little cleaning up the other day and put some papers of Keith's on the counter, papers that I figured might be important and maybe if they were on the counter he would put them where they belong. Which usually ends up being on top of his dresser, where there is a huge pile of papers, papers he shuffles through each time he is looking for something extremely important, because Keith is even more disorganized than me. I usually put my important papers on the fridge under a magnet or shoved in between the telephone and my pens and pencils mug.
Anyway, papers put on the counter, and not ten seconds later, and she must have a sixth sense that tells her something has been laid down somewhere, here is Mimi sitting upon those papers.
Because anything laid down anywhere needs sitting upon.