Omi is supposed to be my cat. She was supposed to become super bonded to me the way Nala is super bonded to Mark.
This hasn’t quite worked out. She definitely prefers me to any human in the house, but to call her bonded to me would be quite the overstatement. She isn’t really big on being pet, and God forbid I pick her up and hold her like a baby.
The only time I don’t have to beg for her attention is when I’m in the bathroom. This cat loves the toilet. Loves it. Would marry it if we let her. As soon as I stand up she is up on the seat anticipating her favorite part… the flush. Oh how she loves the flush. I stick around just to make sure she doesn’t fall in. Because that would be gross. And funny.
Her other favorite attraction in Bathroom: The Amusement Park is the shower. Cats don’t like water, and Omi is no exception. But for whatever reason the minute I turn the shower off Omi comes running in to paw at the shower door. “Let me in,” she’ll beg. I oblige because I’m a good mom. So me and my cat spend a couple of minutes together in the shower enjoying the steamy heat.
Omi’s absolute favorite bathroom activity is the application of makeup. I think she is clued in to the rarity of how often her mom puts on makeup, and knows to do anything possible to witness the once every month event. Her favorite is the application of my mineral foundation with that little brush. She just stares, like a little girl, as I put it on. You can see the hope in her eyes that maybe, just maybe, today mommy will let her put this Nude shade of foundation on her black fur. I have to hide the applicator brush because if I don’t Mark will find her later that morning trotting around with it in her mouth. Like she owns it or something.
Having her follow me around as I piddled in the bathroom this morning kinda sorta made me want a daughter.
And then I remembered puberty. And passive agressive sass. Boyfriends that I won’t like, but she’ll date anyways. Shirts that show her belly button. Or her cleavage (please, God, give my daughter cleavage).
I realized that I am content with my quirky, unsocial furball daughter. We may not have the bond that I was hoping for, but atleast it is legal to have her spayed…