If there's one thing I learnt from this week of cats, it's that if I'd like to have cats of my own, I'd like them to be a little more cheerful. :)
This dynamic duo is nice, but too frightened for their own good and are hissing at me if I'm about to invade their personal space, for instance if I need to use the loo.
They also have a way of making a point, like indicating when their litterbox is too dirty, according to them; they use something different, preferably a doormat or something. Their owners warned me about that, so I took some countermeasures; I removed the door mat at the front door and laid out an old towel on the bathroom floor, in case of emergencies.
Alas, I forgot the door mat at the back and instead of using the towel, they did a number on that mat.
Needless to say that I discovered this about one minute before I had to leave, so I cleaned their litterbox just now and got rid of the mat in question.
Not something I fancy to do early in the morning, I tell you. At least they had the decency to withhold a number 2...
On the other hand, they still adore my socked feet for some reason and Swiffer even lets me pet her with my right hand now and then.
Will be a heck of a challenge to put them back into their travel baskets.
Cheers, K.