I haven't been posting much about Shelby lately due to being generally preoccupied with baby stuff, but I now realize it's not fair. The baby isn't here yet, and I am already ignoring my cat. Ts-ts! *shakes head* I am taking the needed steps to fix that right this minute.
Funnily enough, Shelby has been having obsessions of her own. She isn't crazy about all the guests we're having, but she loves the bigger apartment and makes it her own in the following ways:
Shelby is absolutely fascinated with the new ground level view, and she occupies the high bedroom window every morning, where she sits and watches and sits and watches and then some more. The thing is, she can't climb there on her own, so she mews like mad, begging to be lifted and positioned on the ledge.
She doesn't have any trouble jumping down, though. Usually she lands directly onto a stack of pillows on the bed....except when I am still sleeping in the said bed. Then she lands on top of me.
Another kitteh obsession is the bathroom. Something about it makes Shelby restless. She sits on the toilet bowl lid while I brush my teeth, then moves to the sink and tries to open the mirror cabinet. Then she meows at the window from the bathtub edge. Then she drinks water from John's rinsing cup.
Then she plops on the floor and looks at me like "What?! This is a perfectly normal behavior."
And finally, she goes back to the bedroom, climbs under the bedcovers, and curls up in the nest. Where she could sleep for many long hours, not even slightly bothered by the lack of oxygen, the inhuman heat she generates, or by the complete isolation from the wonderfully sunny day outside. Therefore I go in and bother her manually.
Because if I don't, she'll spend the entire night running like a freakin' horse around the house, looking mental, and sounding like a werewolf. Werecat. Like something scary in the dark.
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