The Cat in my Pants

So there I am, in the bathroom, sitting down, reading. I’m home alone, so I didn’t lock, or even fully close, the door. In comes my cat, Boots, hoping to catch some running water. He just loves running water, until his feet get wet anyway.

Not being in the mood to turn the faucet on for him, or even acknowledge his presence, he decides to curl up in a comfortable place and take a nap.

Said comfortable place being my pants, which were down around my ankles.

This cat is so weird. Funny, but weird.

Better your pants than your lap, at such a moment…

There’s a shirt for everything! :stuck_out_tongue: