Carole decided, this morning, that Pumpkin is in love with me.
There is some evidence to this. She tends to follow me around, a lot. She’ll nuzzle at me for some affection. She’ll lie next to me on the bed. She’ll lie at my feet when I watching TV or playing a game. That’s fine. I can cope with that.
Occasionally, though, she takes it to the extreme.
The other day I was in the kitchen cooking tea. I was reading a book while whatever was in the oven was in the oven. I happened to lower my book for some reason and there she was. Sitting at the other end of the kitchen. Staring at me. Just staring. Not doing anything else. Just sitting there, glaring.
It was a little unsettling, if I’m honest.
But today she’s topped that.
I went for a bath this afternoon. I know, look at me bucking traditional bath times in favour of having a mid-afternoon ablute. This was partly because I fancied and a bath and partly because I’d started watching the Channel 5 afternoon movie (Ruth’s fault – not my fault) and it was dire. But it was dire in one of those ways where you’d just end up watching it until the end if you didn’t go and do something. I could have just turned it off, I suppose, but where’s the fun in that?
So, I went upstairs to have a bath. I took a coffee with me, and a book. It was one of those kind of baths. A long, luxurious soak. And I did. I soaked long and I soaked luxuriously. I read a good chunk of my book and I made myself nice and clean.
And at one point I happened to glance over to the side of the bath, having spied some movement out of the corner of my eye.
It was Pumpkin. Standing on her back legs, her front paws resting on the lip of the bath. She wasn’t doing anything. She was just standing there. Casual as you like. Just watching me as I lay in bubbly comfort and read my book. It’s a little bit off-putting finding your cat staring at you when you’re in the bath. I even moved some bubbles to protect my modesty. I’d gone all shy, apparently, because my cat was checking me out.
Either that or I was a little bit worried she’d reach into the bath and try to catch my gentleman’s area with her paw.