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Cat follows me everywhere. Every morning, when I put on my jeans, she sticks her nose between them and sniffs them like a puppy. She likes to sniff all the shoes on my feet, too.
Cat is obsessed with my shoes. She follows me around my house sniffing them, and I get the sense that her sole purpose in life is to find the perfect pr of shoes that will enable her to look just like me. She’s even been known to jump on top of the shoes, trying to get at the sole. It’s so cute, I can’t help but laugh every time I catch her.
At work, she follows me into the bathroom, trying to get into my shower. She has tried to jump up on top of the shower and lick my body. She has also tried to jump up on top of the toilet, where I keep my toiletries, and she has been known to sit in there and pretend she’s grooming herself.
She’s like a little pet dog that can’t get enough of me.
Cats are strange creatures. In spite of their ability to catch and eat rats and mice, they’re often not very affectionate. The only thing that would be more annoying than this would be if they were as affectionate as dogs are. But cats are not like dogs.
At least I’m pretty sure that’s true. I’m sure that there are cats that are affectionate, but I have yet to meet any.
There’s something different about my cat, though. She doesn’t act like most cats that I’ve met. I can’t put my finger on what makes her so special. Maybe it’s that she never seems to be bored, always doing something interesting.
When she does sleep, she seems to have some kind of sixth sense, and when she’s asleep, she’s like a little ball of contentment. There’s a sense of peace about her when she sleeps, and even when she’s awake, she has the calm demeanor of a sleep-deprived person.
She’s always there when I get home. She’s there when I’m getting ready in the morning. She’s there when I get ready for bed.
I haven’t found any evidence of her being there while I’m in the bathroom, though. Maybe she’s just a light sleeper, and she just happens to be in the bathroom while I’m taking a shower.
It could be that she gets a thrill from being around me and the way I walk, or that she wants to be close to me in case I decide to jump out of the shower with a knife in my hand and kill her.
Or maybe she just wants to be around me all day long.
Cat is my roommate, and it’s become clear over the last few months that she doesn’t like being alone. I’m not exactly sure why. There are a couple of reasons that come to mind, like she might be lonely, or she might be lonely because she hasn’t found another cat to play with.
But there’s another reason that I can’t help but believe, and it has to do with the fact that she always seems to find me when I’m about to be hit by a car.
The first time it happened was last winter, when I was riding my bicycle. I’m not sure how I got there, but I was riding along the streets of the downtown area, trying to make it home before it got dark, and I must have been going too fast or doing something stupid.
I slammed into the back end of a pickup truck, and I remember waking up in the hospital and seeing that the truck had run over my bicycle. I knew right away that something had gone wrong.
The next thing I knew, I was looking at the top of the truck bed, and I saw a cat, sitting next to the back wheel of my bicycle, as if he had been wting for me to get out of the way so that he could get home.
A few weeks later, I was driving home from the grocery store. I got caught in a snowstorm, and when I started to get tired, I started to go faster. I got into the road that leads to my house, and before I knew it, the snow was up over my head and was falling on top of me. I got into a skid and slammed into the guardrl.
A few weeks later, it was the same thing. I was riding my bike to work, and I don’t remember much about the day except that I had a hard time staying upright. I woke up in the hospital and saw that my bike had been run over.
I was lying in my bed with a cast on my leg and a piece of wood sticking out of my left thigh, and there was a cat sitting on top of my bed. When I tried to get up to see what he was doing, he jumped off the bed and disappeared.
The only reason I know about these things, is that my roommate found them, when she went in the bathroom to use the toilet.
“What was that?” I asked her. “That sound,” she sd, “was me peeing on my shoe.”
My mom and dad say that cats are just weird, and that they’re lucky that I can’t catch them. My dad says that he once got a cat that had run through a plate-glass window and didn’t even bother to get out.
That seems to be the only time he’s had a pet cat. My mom says that my cat is one of the sweetest creatures that she’s ever met, and that she’s lucky that I let her stay around because she’s so affectionate