This post is mostly about Percy, pretty much because he is the most entertaining cat I've had in a while. With Percy, no area is off limits. And everything is his. Even the garbage in the bathroom, which is apparently a treasure chest to him. He is in the garbage upstairs ALL.THE.TIME. Seriously, all the time. I counted this morning and caught him in there a dozen times in the hour it took me to get ready.
I usually keep the downstairs bathroom closed. But when I was cleaning it a few weeks ago, I caught him in that garbage also.
Poor Blue. I got Percy so Blue could have a playmate. Apparently I forgot to ask Blue if that was okay.
But sometimes, they do get along.
My kitchen counters are no longer a safe place. When I have my back turned, he only need 2 seconds to get up there. I now have to lock the cats in the bedroom when I cook or have guests over for dinner.
His new favorite thing is to sit on the lip of the tub while I shower. He'll even get brave and stick his head in sometimes. Just this morning, he reached under the liner and pawed at my leg. I think its cute, but my fear is he will fall in one day and use my leg as a climbing post to escape.
Here he is, again, digging for treasure.
I'm sure glad I have these crazy kitties to keep me company and keep my heart full. But mostly, they just keep the bed warm.