I live alone. Just me and Miss Kitty.
A couple of days ago, I was in the shower, shampooing my hair. I've got both hands on top of my head, working up a good lather when Something. Touched. My Hand.
After the mandatory couple of seconds of complete and total panic, I look up and Miss Kitty is on the top of the shower door rail. She had batted at my hand, same as we often do at the top of her cat perch.
And as soon I looked up, she said "MEOW?!" ("Breakfast?")
"You know," I said, "I had other plans for that dozen or so heartbeats, like using them slowly, one at a time, not all at once!!!"
"(Breakfast?)"
She's a brat.
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