Curiosity Did What?! II

Well, you know how they say "Curiosity killed the cat" or some sh*t like that?  Okay, so we are a curious lot, but I don't think it's really that dangerous.  I've had this obsession lately with sticking my head where it may not belong. 
     I can't help it.  Despite my advanced wrinkly age I like to explore, even if some things I find new and fascinating have been around me for a long time.  

      Unfortunately, the only  thing mom and dad have been able to get a decent photo of is me checking out dad's coffee, as you can see here.  I've recently gotten my head nearly closed in the refrigerator door, behind the refrigerator door against the wall, and, most recently I've taken to standing at the toilet with my paws on the rim of the bowl when a certain someone tries to pee.  

      I've followed mom into the bathroom too, but I can't quite access the bowl like I can when the big guy goes in there.  People are funny.
     Diet Coke fiend that she is mom always has a barrel of the stuff sitting around somewhere in the apartment, and I cannot keep myself away from the straw sticking out of the top.  Every chance I get I've gotta use the thing as a scratching post for my chin, and mom is constantly swatting me away from it.