Here's a weird thing about Aggie, my cat. She loves, loves, loves to go to the bathroom. I mean that literally. She'll accompany me and anyone else who innocently lets her in the water closet with them.
Aggie's bathroom habit:
So the human sits down on the throne. Hope you're following me here. That's when Aggie jumps up behind said human (yes, you read that right) and then hops up onto the sink. Where she sits and waits for said human to turn on the faucet. For her to take a drink. It's a long wait for anyone but me of course. Whodathunkit?
Cool water please. Then she bends her head around and starts to sip daintily from behind the stream of water.
Why doesn’t she just sip from the front? It would be easier. I decide she wants to keep an eye on what’s happening. Like the stories you read about the Mafia always sitting in restaurants with their backs to the wall and facing the door? That’s Aggie. She doesn’t want to miss a thing.
When the human she's followed into the bathroom is me, I wait until she’s done getting her drink before I wash my hands. Wouldn’t want the princess to drink warm or soapy water.
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