He hears me getting my coat and comes running…
I seem to also have a knack for winding up caring for cats with insane personalities. Cats that have fetishes for being included in personal bathroom time. Morn, when he was younger, would join ANYONE in the shower. He’d hop right up on the edge of the tub and bat at the stream. If you didn’t let him in he’d meow and scratch underneath the door. He was determined that taking a bath was bad and he was going to save you, dearest guest (and mother), from the perils of the water.
Pumpkin however likes to dash into the bathroom before I close the door and tries desperately to sit on my lap while I pee. And he purrs.
I don’t understand?
And I think it’s cute that I shop for fresh produce and fruit and Pumpkin tries to copy me by sniffing it after I’m done sniffing it. And how hardly anyone says anything but everyone looks away smiling when they see him.
