

For me it's the silly little routine that occurs, of all times, in my shower routine every morning. I have a sliding shower door, with "frosted" type glass, so you can see shapes through it (god forbid you could see me-ugh!). At some point during my shower, a large shadow appears on my sink vanity. It's Oliver. At one time, the cutest little stripey tiger tabby, now a fat ass (13 lbs), but still my sweet and wonderfully marked kitty boy of 4 years. He sits on the counter, waiting for me to get out of the shower.

As soon as I open the door and grab a towel, he looks all around at the steam emanating from behind the shower and then begins to chatter endlessly at or to me (or maybe the steam?). I answer him, saying things like "Really?", "No way!", etc. He then, of course because I'm wet and vulnerable, wants me to pet him...a perfect fur magnet target I am...usually once I'm all dried off, I will carefully comb him (love that Furminator comb!) and he sometimes will then stop the chatter, either slump into the sink for a moment, allowing me to finish, but usually, comes the second part of the routine...
As I turn to fold the towel back into the rack, he then jumps down and lays out on the bath/tub mat, belly up. I will either crazily scratch his belly or momentarily roll him up into the mat until he has had enough and runs out. I can then finish up my morning rituals of getting ready, as he knows when I come out of my bedroom again, it will be to the kitchen to feed him and his sister, Minnie. 

It is a funny thing that I think I had taken for granted, but now realize that he has made this "our" time of the day for commiserating. It does make me laugh and is a good start of the day. Thus, when I leave the house for the office, it's usually with a smile on my face. Not a bad thing at all...! Thanks, Oliver!
If you have something to share-small things in your everyday that make you smile, I'd love to hear it!
Purry Hugs,
Robin
10 comments:
Robin,
Oliver must be related to my new cat Bruce.Aside from the chattering,I get the same morning routine! How funny.Right down to the rolling on the rug.One of these days I will learn how to upload pictures from my dig camera ( i just got it for Xmas )I now have 6 kitties sharing my home.We just adopted 3 more from the shelter before Xmas.Looking forward to the Triple Crown at Paper- Potomus,see you there!
Jaimie
That's so cute Robin! I don't have cats, but I have kids who often come bursting through the door in the bathroom... somehow it's not quite as cute and cuddly as Oliver would be!! LOL.
Robin, I read your blog every day...I love that you write so much...you are inspiring me to get going more on mine...just need to get this icky inventory over with!!
Kate
Robin, I loved reading the story of your morning rituals with your precious friend! It makes a nice start to my day too! Those little treasures are so important!
Cecile
I love this story! Oliver is so sweet!
My Cecil (our cat) I recently wrote about, and our dog Ghalli is a kindly goofy poodle--we needed special pets for our special kids. I am so glad they have had the opportunity to grow up with pets, as I did, even though things are not quite the same here as they were at my old house. Somehow that makes Cecil and Ghalli even more a part of this family.
xox jean
Robin,
I loved you cat story. Amber, my cat, is the smartest cat I have ever been lucky enough to have. She will sit on command... no really! ok, so she knows that a yummy treat awaits her, but she still does it... every morning before I go to work and every evening before I go to bed. What a lonely and sad world it would be without our pets! Joyce H
We would ask you to take pictures, but well....
Enjoy every minute of that wild boy. He truly is a character, just like his Mom!
Big Hugs!
Tammy
lurve your kitties...meow-licious!
happy new year lady!
linking you up...
love.
suzi finer
www.iamadiva.com
Every morning when I get up, my husband has already left for work. I'm stuck with the task of gettting the kids (9 and 12) up, dressed, packed up and driven to school. Quite a chore, but, every morning, befor my husband leaves for work, he makes me a big, fresh, pot of coffee! A little think that I totally appreciate.
Rinda
Oh, he's adorable! And don't be too hard on Oliver - before some much needed weight loss, our cat weighed 18 and a half pounds! That's what happens when you eat cat food, dog good, and whatever people food you can mooch... LOL!
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