Me, Doors, Pooping, Lying and Stuff

The other morning just as I was stepping out of the shower I heard a scratching sound, and as I looked down noted a certain someone's little paw reaching under the door and swatting at my shorts.  Cleo has issues with closed doors, and gets annoyed when she encounters one, but occasionally she'll make a game out of it. Usually, though, she'll sit there and stare at the door until we open it.  She'll then simply walk in, wander around as if she merely wanted to see what was behind it, then walk back out, curiosity satisfied.

Umm, excuse me Kellyanne, this is not the real story and you know it.  Let's be honest here, shall we?  What dad's not telling you is that he actually took this picture before getting in the shower while perched on the big white porcelain water dish (gross, I know), and before any of y'all jump to conclusions, the reason dad had his phone in the bathroom was because he was on call for work, and calls come in any time of day or night and he pretty much needs his phone glued to him 24/7. When he's on call it's a permanent part of him, especially in the early morning hours like when this photo was snapped.  Mom would be one cranky lady if the phone rang while she was asleep and dad didn't have it with him in there.

What Table Manners?

I'm not allowed up on countertops or tables, but on one recent evening I was being so gosh darn cute that mom couldn't help herself and let me keep my paws on the edge of the table. 

As you've seen countless times now I live for laps, and this occasion allowed me the perfect distance to stretch out and rest my paws.

The only thing I'm not sure of is why I forgot to reel my tongue in, especially once I saw dad's phone in his hand.

Oh well, makes me extra cute, right?

Sleepy Kitty on Dad

I guess there's really not much that needs to be said here-

Well, sort of sleepy...