My Bathroom Buddy

Ever since he was a kitten, Kyo has been my bathroom buddy...whether I wanted one or not. It's like he has a mystical sense of when I'm heading for the bathroom, and he will dart into the bathroom with me. And no matter how many times I open the door and try to shoo him out, he simply will not leave until I have completed my bathroom business, washed my hands, and open the door to leave.

Now, this is all well and good...sometimes.

There was one morning that I sat upon the porcelain throne, bleary eyed and half asleep (I am most decidedly not a morning person), and little Kyo put his front paws up on my knee, and waited for me to pet him. Mind you, this is a common enough occurrence, and had it not been early morning, I would have petted him and all would have been right in his little world. But I was tired. And grouchy. VERY grouchy. So I ignored him. And being that he is the Alpha and used to getting his way, he decided that he would hoist himself up onto my lap. By sinking his claws into my exposed thigh flesh. And pulling. Hard.

Little Jerk. Somehow I still love him...

The other memorable instance of Kyo the Bathroom Kitty that I can remember offhand happened late one night last year. I had been feeling under the weather all day, and at about midnight I felt the overwhelming urge to vomit. (TMI, I know. Bear with me.) So I run to the bathroom, and I really attempt to slam the door behind me, because, ya know, this is sort of the time for privacy. But, alas, Kyo was built for speed. And since I was sort of working with a time limit here, I just gave up on the privacy issue, and proceeded to throw up into the toilet. And the whole time, poor little Kyo was crawling up the back of my t-shirt, trying to nuzzle my face.

Not sure if this is cute or not...


Love & Tuna!