Ok, We've created a monster (and a pretty good actress).
This morning, KiKi was sitting in front of the linen closet door while we were still in bed (sleeping in, but not yet by much), scratching on the linen closet door and crying. The only thing in the linen closet she could possibly want is - yes - the bathroom scale.
My husband woke me, telling me the cat wanted me to get the scale out for her. I told him there's no way, I'm getting up to weigh the cat. She runs our life enough as it is.
To make things worse (but much funnier) she hurt her paw three days ago.
We couldn't see any injury, but it seemed to be a scratch or something between two toes (she's good about letting us handle her feet, so we were able to find out where it hurt exactly). She was limping and holding her foot up occasionally on day 1. On day 2, she was limping and holding the foot more (but by the end of the day, we noticed she limped much worse when she saw us watching her) and today, she isn't limping at all, but every time we look at her, she lifts up her right paw and meows.
Oh Brother!