Tunch and I have been together so long, going on eleven years, that I forgot what it was like to be trained by a cat. ZsaZsa has spent the past few days, umm, asserting herself, and I have learned quite a bit. For example, it is completely normal for me to find her on my cutting board (five feet off the ground) at three am when I stumble into the kitchen to get water.
Nor is it odd for me to see a cat run out of the shower as I open the curtain at 8 am.
Likewise, it is totally normal for a cat to jump up on your bed, wake Tunch, run across you and both dogs, leave the room in chaos, and run into another room. At 4:47 am.
Can’t wait to go to sleep tonight.