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Dear Medium: My Cat Showers with Me
There is no place in my home more intriguing to my cat than the bathroom.
It’s as if this room holds all the secrets of human existence, and he is determined to uncover them one by one.
If I forget to shut the door, I can be sure I’ll have company. And if I do shut the door?
A persistent set of paws will be pressed against it, reminding me that I am never truly alone.
It started with simple curiosity. My cat, a ginger tabby named Whiskers, was fascinated by my morning and evening rituals. He would sit on the counter, watching intently as I washed my face, brushed my teeth, and applied my skincare products. He’d sniff at the bottles, observe each movement, and wait patiently for his favorite part — the post-routine hug. It became a tradition, one he seemed to anticipate as much as I did.
But then Whiskers took it a step further. One day, I stepped into the shower, and instead of bolting at the sound of running water like any self-respecting cat would, he stayed. He perched on the edge of the tub, tail twitching, wide eyes locked onto me as if trying to decipher the reason behind my bizarre behavior. The look he gave me was unmistakable: Why are you willingly getting wet? And yet, he stayed, watching as if trying to understand.
