Somebody said, “Dogs have masters, cats have staff.”
Being a staff member for two cats, I will testify to the veracity of the statement. Our 12-year-old cat, K.C. (um, short for “kitty cat”), has abruptly made a significant behavioral switch, leaving me in the position of having to adjust to this alteration – as I seem powerless in my attempts to convince her to revert to old behaviors. It appears that the bedroom where she has spent many years sleeping, purring – and shedding – is no longer acceptable to wile away the hours. Rather, she has commandeered our bathroom.
In addition to the fact that she has no need for such facilities, I find it puzzling, as tile and porcelain seem to be rather uncomfortable furnishings (especially compared with the warmth and comfort of a carpeted bedroom).
Yet, undeterred by my urgings to return to a softer habitat, she has taken over, napping in the tub or sleeping on the toilet lid. At first I was unnerved in the wee, dark, quiet hours of the night should I happen to sleepishly stagger into the bathroom and be greeted unexpectedly by a low, rumbling, noisy purr. Now, I have learned to simply lift her from the toilet seat, place her on the edge of the tub, take care of business, return her to the lid, pat her goodnight, and totter unsteadily back to bed.
To be honest, our cat has always had a thing for sleeping on toilet seats. Once, when our neighbors threw a party in their garden, K.C. was found napping inside one of their event toilets that had been hired especially for their party. Fortunately, everyone saw the funny side.
That is not all though. Shaving has become virtually impossible as she jumps onto the vanity and sticks her face in mine. We have developed a dance: I place her on the floor, shave as quickly as possible before she leaps back, replace her on floor, shave, floor, shave, repeat as necessary.
As with most change, I do eventually adjust.
