The last few weeks of vacation have been a welcome distraction from the busy days of working. I’ve gotten my dress, the bridesmaid dresses, the menu for the rehearsal dinner, paid the florist. We’ve been busy enough that the days have gone by quickly and yet, I’m not ready to go back to work on Monday.
Let’s see. What else? Ah, the animals. Samson is starting to assert his authority over Ruca and Tuck has taken refuge on the bed. Tuck’s favorite spot for a long time was under the Christmas tree but with that so rudely taken away, he’s enjoying the joys of the bed. He sleeps at my feet most nights and only wakes me up after the sun comes up. My fears about Tuck have melted away, mostly because he hasn’t scratched me or hissed at me since they arrived. We’ve also started bathroom bonding.
See, Tuck is sick so his instincts are a bit screwy. He won’t use the litter box so he adopted the bathroom tile floor as his designated spot to do his business. I’d rather him wee there than all over the hardwood floors. Sort of the lesser of 2 evils and all that. But I digress. Now that Tuck has his little place, he likes to have company, namely ME! Anytime I go in to use the bathroom, he trots in behind me and does his business. Not so bad because I just call Rob in to do clean up when I’m done. The worst part? The shower.
Tuck has this weird thing about water. He climbs in the shower. He drinks only super fresh water. He’ll play in the toilet if we leave the lid up. I think he’s part spaniel. And now that we’ve got this bathroom thing going on, anytime I get in the shower, it’s Tuck’s cue to leave a surprise on the floor. A smelly surprise. And trust me, it smells. Rob’s usually good about coming in, cleaning it up and spraying air freshener before the odor wafts over the shower curtain but a lot of the time, I only know it’s there where the smell hits me. Not exactly what anyone wants to get a whiff of when bathing. Here’s the really fun part. Tuck only does this when I’m in the shower. When Rob’s in there? He’ll wait just on the edge of the tub, hoping to duck his head in there and lick the faucet.
Rob keeps telling me that cats make associations with people. I have a good idea what Tuck associates with me. I only wish it wasn’t with his first poop of the day.