This entry is about my cat, Boo…
Especially observant readers may notice the timestamp from this entry is much earlier than usual. That’s due entirely to my cat, who decided that I had slept long enough for one night. He communicated this decision by walking on my chest, which is bad enough at 8AM on a Sunday morning. However, Boo emphasized his point by taking a stroll through his litterbox just before waking me up.
Needless to say, my first destination after the stinky-paw treatment was the shower. So I’m standing in the bathroom waiting for the water to heat up, when suddenly Boo leaps from the counter all the way up to my shoulder. Seems he was determined to see over the top of the shower door.
Now, I don’t know if you’ve ever been naked in the bathroom with a cat perched precariously on your shoulder, but take my word for it, it’s not a comfortable feeling.
Luckily, I was able to avoid cat-scratch fever in this case. But it’s a perfect example of the unique personality that earned Boo his descriptive nickname… Booger.
p.s. Boogey (an alternate nickname) helped me type this entry.
