I live a pretty simple life here on the farm. It’s routine. I live in my bedroom with occasional trips to one of three destinations. I either go to the bathroom, the fridge, or upstairs.

The cats share their time with me in the basement, or upstairs when there is some activity going on. 

I don’t know why cats seem to love hanging out with me when I go to the bathroom, but it’s almost a duty for them. When I stand up to leave my bedroom, the cats perk up ready to go for the short walk with me. I’m going to one of the three choices. The cats guess wrong more often than not. They start down the hall when I’m going upstairs or upstairs when I’m off to the bathroom.

It’s funny how they don’t quite learn my routine.