So I’m going to take my evening shower, and I decide to take my cat, Maggie, in the bathroom with me. For some reason, she likes to be in the bathroom when people are taking a bath or shower.
So I’m in the shower, and Maggie decides to jump up on the window that’s above the toilet, and right next to the shower stall. If I peep out the curtain, I can rest my chin on the edge of the sill, and she’ll come up and nuzzle and be all cuddly.
Well, I hear this batting sound, and I look over, and Maggie seems to be batting at something at the edge of the window. I thought she was trying to open it-the windows slide sideways in the bathroom-and we keep them closed because the screens are rather flimsy ones, and the cats could tear them open and get outside. With me? All right, so I keep pushing her paws away from it, and she keeps at it. Finally, she knocks something off of the window, and starts to eat it.
What, you ask, was Maggie trying to eat? Why a little piece of window caulking! Yes, a little grey puttyish crumb she had managed to knock out of there. I take it off of her, push her off the window sill and onto the floor, and put the piece of caulking aside on the edge of the tub. I finish my shower, get out, and then I let her go.
What the FUCK, cat? Why would you try to eat caulking? Jesus Christ, it’s not like we don’t feed you (believe me, she gets fed and then some!) and it’s not like you don’t steal our food every chance you get.
Cats. What would we do without them?