I Have an Entourage

This morning while I was in the shower, my sister came in the bathroom to complete her morning routine.

Sis: All the animals come into the bathroom when you’re in the shower?

Me: I guess. Really?

Sis: Yeah.

Me: Huh.

Now granted, Bailey, my sister’s cat, has an open door policy. As in, no door shall remained closed in her presence. Chloe, unfortunately, has picked up on this and tried to implement her own open door policy. However, Bailey is, um, a big boned girl and has a little more force behind her door opening abilities (she pushes the door open by rearing up on her hind legs and then uses her forward momentum to push open the door with her front paws). Once the door is open, she’ll inspect the room to make sure it’s to her liking and then leaves.
Chloe’s attempts usually take 2 or 3 tries before she can get the door open – if she can get it open at all. Mostly she just lays in front of the closed door and scratches at the bottom of the door and mews pitifully until you open the door.Anyway, Chloe likes it in the bathroom when the window is open so she can get a glimpse of life on “the outside.”

I have no idea why there are scissors on the bathroom window ledge. Sometimes it’s better not to ask.

Sugar Ray, on the other hand, just hops around and hops right through any open door. Or will at least stick his head in if the door is ajar. He is possibly the cutest peeping tom ever.

I also learned this morning that he is a great fan of denim. Either that, or he is lacking something in his diet. This morning when I was in the hallway, he hopped up to my leg, sniffed my jeans and then tried to simultaneously climb up my leg while chewing on my jeans when he wasn’t licking my foot. He’s so lucky he’s so cute. And fluffy.

Go away paparazzi, I’m trying to eat.

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