This is not a horse...

But how can you resist?  Maybe I should change the blog title to making creepy-cat-lady dreams a reality?

Scamp has a fascination with the bathroom. (not "going to" the bathroom, just the actual physical space.  Don't be so gross.)  I think it starts with the water.  He really prefers running water to still.  If pressed, he will drink from a bowl, but he'd really rather not to have to deign to do so.  He'd rather lap from this faucet and then choke on the water and make me real nervous that he's either going to die or cough up something really nasty.  Anyway, I think he wanders in to check if there's currently a fountain for him, and then gets distracted and takes a nap.

Then he's all, "Bring me water now, you fool!"  No, he was actually yawning.  Freaky.

 Then he takes this party to the shower, obviously, to try to figure out where all those goshdarn drops are coming from.

 No, seriously.  Where are they coming from.

So cute.