There’s a few things I do in this house during the day that I’m not officially supposed to. One of them is to not let cats in the bathroom with me. The reason given is ridiculous so I won’t even list it here but the cats really like coming into the bathroom with me so when I’m alone, I let them.
The main cat especially, the smallest one, looks forward to it so much that if he’s already up and active when I go towards the bathroom he comes bolting across the floor and scoots in through the tiny crack as the door is opening. Just now, I was going in for a fork only and head to disappoint him.
Not this time cat. Come on. Come on.
He sat in his little perch there staring at me wondering why I hadn’t yet sat down to pet him. He may not be aware of what else is going on but it’s certainly the seat of affection. The three cats in this part of the house all have different personalities and I’ve come to recognize them primarily by the way they like to be pet.
The main cat is my favorite as well. He knows what he wants and moves his head around appropriately. I don’t have to do too much. But not this time. He still staring at me as I stand and do this blog while my food cooks in the microwave.
Maybe later cat. I’m sure I’ll have to visit the bathroom soon enough.