The New Cat is curious about everything. EVERYthing. No matter where I go in the house, no matter what I’m doing, interesting or not, New Cat has to follow me there and get his face right into whatever I’m trying to focus on.
And I mean this quite literally. When I went to the bathroom this morning, for instance, I forgot to shut the door behind me and he followed me in, as he always does, first just to say Hi, How ya doin’? Then to rub against my legs until I bent down to pet him. And then he jumped up on the sink to get a closer look at my phone after he noticed that I was reading a news story instead of giving him my full attention.
But that doesn’t fully illustrate just how insatiably curious he is; this does: When I finished transacting my business and it was time to do the paperwork, New Cat jumped up on top of the toilet tank so he could get his face close enough to my butt to see what was going on. And he was genuinely, sincerely interested in how I was doing that thing I was doing. If he could talk, I imagine he would have no end of questions to ask. Something like, “Why don’t you just use your tongue? Can’t you reach? Doesn’t the paper hurt?” And so on.
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