A post! IN TWO COMPLETELY UNRELATED PARTS!
So my cat, my clever cat, my massively overweight but incredibly brainy boo, decided to have a clingy night last night. I think it is because I didn’t groom him or wipe his butt for him—for some reason, he is much fonder of me on days when I don’t take a baby wipe to his anus. Imagine that. Anyway, I was stalked and cuddled and, while I was in the shower, amused by the fact that Sir Laurence Olivier the Sequel felt the need to inspect the premises. Usually he just waits for me in the hallway until I’m done bathing (creepy, right?) but last night he kept coming in and tooling around. He leaned over the edge of the tub and inspected the shower curtain; we played a game in which I pulled it or tapped it and said “Hi, boo!” This game was met with approval by all.
What? He’s still a kitten, and I’m still an easily-entertained jackass.