Communication

Day 342: I'd already been nipped on the leg because I was doing something other than what Merry thought I should be doing, but I was busy and not thinking about the daily routine until he followed me in the bathroom and dragged my after-snacks manual toothbrush out of the bowl where it normally lives and dropped it on the floor. He jumped down and began chewing on it. "Hey! That's MINE!" I said. "Yours is in the living room! Oh, I see now. Yes, I had forgotten." His new toothpaste is vanilla-mint flavour, and he likes it a bit too much. It's hard to get the brush in his mouth because he wants to lick it off, and if I put the tube up to his nose, he is allowed one light slurp because "it's medicine, you silly cat, not a treat!" He's also been known to try to steal the tube off the table. Duly admonished, I took him in the living room and brushed his toofies, and then he was happy, having successfully communicated his desires to his rather thick Mama.