The Cat has decided that he shall deign to sleep in the bedroom tonight with the rest of us.
I'm suspicious of his decision, naturally. Why would he decide that it is okay for him to sleep in here now? The baby has been out of our room for nearly an entire year. Plus he slept in here when the baby was in here with us. I don't remember when he decided to sleep downstairs, but he's been doing it for awhile. Why come back up here now?
Perhaps it is because he has been at the kennel since Friday. We usually leave him at the house when we go out of town for the weekend, but I really didn't want to come home to a kitchen floor covered in cat pee. So to the kennel with the dogs he went. Maybe he missed us. He did let CJ pet him for a few minutes tonight. Maybe he realized how good he has it. Maybe he is finally realizing his place in the pecking order around here.
Maybe it's getting chilly downstairs at night, and he'd rather be up here wedged between me and the Mister because it's warmer. This is actually the most likely reason.
But hey, whatever it takes. At least now I won't have to listen to him scattle across the floor chasing stray dust bunnies.
Of course, this means he will likely pee in the bathtub at some point tonight. Luckily for me, the Mister is the only person who uses the shower in the master bathroom. I find the lighting in there to be inadequate and can't wake up in the mornings if I am showering in the dark. So he can scrub the tub, not me.
I guess I should be glad the cat pees in the tub in the absence of a litterbox in the bathroom, instead of on the floor. Either way it's yucky, but one can't accidentally step in cat pee in the shower. You know it's there going into it.
Sigh. Stupid cat. Douchebaggery abounds in him.










