Cat Bug Me at Eye Level On the Toilet

I have one of those, too. She weighs 14.5 lbs. My scale has synchs with the fitness tracker app on my phone. She sits on the scale and stares at me. Then I get an alert saying that my latest weight is 14.5 lbs.She actually isn't fat, just BIG. She is just a big kitty! And STRONG. I watched her open the screen door the other day. got it cracked enough to get a paw out, then CHOOM!, door open, and she saunters out like the Queen of the Fiesta Deck.Batchelor, and when I come home from a long day at work, I'm normally sweating (it's been hot this summer and I don't leave the AC on when I'm gone, just the air) and shutting the door to my bathroom, even with the window open, makes it like a sauna.

My kitten has tried to stick his head between my legs while I was taking a dump. It wasn't cute when he was smaller and isn't any cuter at 6 months old.They don't like us to watch them. They like us to watch out for predators, and are looking at you because they're concerned that you aren't.actually it depends. The cat might be challenging the op. If the cat leaves the poop out and not try to cover it up then it cat saying "this is my place". Op should take a dumb a leave it in the toilet for the cat to see it

I have never seen my cat in the sink, even though it is constantly filled with her hair and has even begun to clog because of it. Even the toothpaste has her hair stuck on it if I leave the cap off (Gross? Maybe. But if she wants to brush her teeth cool with me). Yet I still can't catch her in the act...my social media feeds are now more cat pictures than anything else. it is as though walls of cat pictures are gradually closing-in on my interaction with the rest of the world.

I took my then 7-year-old son with me so he could pick out one for his birthday present. I told him that Siamese "talk a lot" and that he should make sure he gave her an Asian name so she would feel comfortable "talking" with us (family myth -- I know it's silly). He picked the Siamese and named her Sushi. When my son turned 25, I learned that he fully expected the cat to actually talk; that one day she would turn to him and say, "Hi Tipsanason! How ya doing?" I never asked how long it took him to give up that little fantasy.