Why is the bathroom sink the first place these three clowns go when they come indoors? They take turns lying in the sink, sometimes meowing at me to let the faucet drip, and sometimes not. Sometimes they just sit on the counter and stare while I try to use the toilet. "Do you MIND, cat? I'm kind of busy here!" All those magazines help distract from the piercing feline gaze while folks get their poop on.
In sink: Smokey (15 lbs). Near sink: Clark (17 lbs). At end of vanity: Davy (aka Hook, 22 lbs). I'm not sure the countertop is rated for this kind of load. The engineer who signed off on this fubar project must have picked up his license at Big Lots, complete with the special Lay-A-Way endorsement seal.
2 comments:
I love it! Mine used to lay in the sink when they were younger. But mine is just a single sink with a small vanity, so now there is no room for the tubby kittehs to get up there! :-)
Your cats let you read? Mine have to get between the paper and my face. I just shut the door and listen to them sniffing under the crack.
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