So, I live with a cat now (moved in late September). And one of the things she's started doing is using the bath as a source of water – we run it a little so she can see it moving, since cats like drinking from moving water. This means that I sometimes have to pick her up and out when I need to crap, and she waits just outside the door while I finish my business. As I open the door, I am greeted with a “what the f**k do you do in there that takes so long, human?” look.
Ah, the pitfalls of living with a woman, and her cat named Princess.
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