We all poop. It’s one of the few daily routine rituals that cats and humans share in common.
So, there I am, going about my morning routine. I usually like to get in and out of the bathroom as quickly and efficiently as possible, since I’m a millennial and I want everything right now. I’m not the kind of girl who spends five hours in the bathroom. I was raised in a family of predominately women. My stepfather takes more time in the bathroom than all of us girls combined.
Nine times out of ten, Sal follows me into the bathroom. I don’t mind that he does, since I’d rather he be where I can see him than in other parts of my apartment wreaking havoc.
I just think it’s funny because…
When I’m in the the bathroom, Sal does anything and everything to get my attention. He’ll jump in the bathtub and knock my shampoo/conditioner bottles down. He’ll try to get in my bathroom cabinet. He’ll rub up against me and sometimes goes as far as jumping on my lap.
Now, what happens if I even look at him while he’s in his litter pan?
*EVIL CAT STARE OF DEATH* “EXCUSE YOU, WHY ARE YOU LOOKING AT ME?!?!?! I’M GOING POOP HERE!!!”
Or when I touch him when he’s cleaning himself?
*EVIL CAT STARE OF DEATH* “EXCUSE YOU, WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!?! I’M CLEANING OFF ALL THE DIRT YOUR HANDS LEFT ON ME WHEN YOU PET ME!!!!”
Yep. We definitely have a double standard going on here, don’t we?
It’s a catty life.
At least he’s cute, right?