Which I suppose means she's perfect for me. It's not like I'm a hotbed of sanity most days. But not only does this cat hide its food under the rug, she also uses the water dish to bathe herself in. I've watched her stick her paws in the bowl and rub them all over her face. It's very cute, but strange. I thought cats didn't like getting wet?
Not this cat. In fact, this morning she scared the shit out of me. I was taking a shower and I guess I didn't shut the door all the way. I live alone, so who really cares, right? Well, I'm standing there soaping up when all of a sudden the shower curtain rustles violently and suddenly something jumps in at me! I totally freaked at first because I had visions of Psycho here. I fully expected some dude with a knife to be coming at me. But it was just the cat. Shocked the hell out of her too, by the way. I guess she didn't realize what was going on in that shower and simply wanted to investigate.
But she got all wet and pissed off, then she jumped out of the shower faster than anything I've ever seen in my life. I heard all this commotion out there, so I poked my head out just in time to watch her skid across the counter with wet feet and land in the trash can. Needless to say, this wasn't a great morning for the cat. But after I got myself out of the shower and went to see if she was okay, she seemed over it. I think she was a little embarrassed though.
But when I went back into the bathroom to brush my teeth, she was back in the shower licking the floor. Now, she bathes herself in the water I give her to drink. And she prefers to drink the water I bathe myself in. That's a strange one. I don't think she's dealing with a full deck. But I don't care. If she was sane, she'd be a lot less entertaining to watch.
Oh, and I've decided to call her Misty. It's easier than Mystique. And I don't think she cares one way or another what I call her. After this incident this morning, I called her Psycho Freak and she still jumped up on my lap and started purring. She's easy to please.



