Truman was in a whimsical mood earlier this week, displaying his not often seen playful side. At lunch time he decided to crawl up under the blanket on the family room couch, a space usually reserved for the dogs. When they sniffed around the blanket would strike back. The dogs were very confused.
Later in the day I ran upstairs to use “the human litter box”, and it had to be done under Truman’s watchful eye. He rattled the bathroom door until allowed admittance and then he just stared at me.
JP, Oh so typical of cats….can’t have any doors closed esp the bathroom door. When I was little girl we had a red cat named (what else) Rusty who used to scratch at the closed bathroom door and when one would open it he’d make a made dash into the bathroom and jump into the bathtub. Well one morning he insisted on getting in the bathroom so my mother let him in just as she had gotten out of the tub. Rusty shot in there and promptly jumped into the tub still filled with water. My mother said he couldn’t get out of there fast enough and spent half the day licking himself off…..never jumping into the tub again. 🐈!