Since that whole water incident after our first trip to the vet, I have to take my medicine very carefully. I'll fill the water glass, put it on the counter (we have a long, low counter in the bathroom supposedly for putting makeup on), and gather my pills. Clinch is fond of bounding into the bathroom and onto the counter when he hears my pills rattle around. He'll stick his little face in my glass and sometimes a paw if I don't grab the glass quickly enough. A few times I was really slow, and, with his paw in the glass, he pulled it toward himself, knocking it over. That's probably his way of telling us that the counter needed to be washed.
Within a few weeks of his arrival, it was extremely apparent that we needed to purchase some new equipment for the bathroom. The wrappers of various monthly supplies (ladies, you know what I mean) are very crinkly, and Clinch absolutely loves anything that makes a crinkly sound. New ones placed in easy reach for me were also in easy reach for him, so they were being dragged around. Fortunately, The Container Store just opened at our mall, so Steve and I went shopping there and at Target. We bought new waste baskets with lids (because used crinkly wrappers of all kinds were fair game in an uncovered waste basket) for the bathroom, my studio, and the living room. We were also able to find a white tin with a secure lid for me to use one week a month.
But I was able to get pictures of his DIY bed. I was, er, indisposed, as one tends to be a number of times a day, and he pulled down my towel and plopped down:
He doesn't stay in one place for too long, so less than thirty seconds later he switched positions:
Shortly after I was able to shoo him away, shake my towel off, and hang it back up.
He hasn't done it again. I find that very odd considering how comfortable he looks in those pictures.
Tomorrow I'll share more bathroom antics!
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