Egads. I didn't commence my day in the most favorable way. As I was getting out of the shower, I slipped and fell flat on my face. Moo sidled up to me, perplexed about why I was sprawled over the floor.
Other than feeling bruised and a bit sore, I was okay. It was a reminder that I need to keep a bathmat out. My shower is an awkward affair; it's small, on a tall pedestal, and has nothing to hold onto upon one's exit.
My friend is always saying he's sure that cats will eat their owners should the owner perish and the cat has the chance. To that I told him that it's more ecologically responsible and a good example of recycling (I am KIDDING, for the record). Of course I had to tease my friend and tell him that Moo was surveying the situation to determine if I was dead or not and if it was time to eat up.