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Babou's my peeping tom
Very much like wanting cuddles while I was carrying a tray to the kitchen or
doing the dishes, Babou's wishes were better anticipated.
She didn't like not being with me, not seeing me, the closer the better and
up to a point you could say I was the same.
And shower time was no different, for her at least.
Ever had a peeping cat?..
She'd jump on the toilet lid - after a while you learn to always close the
lid - and launch herself to the top of the shower cubicle side panel.
It was quite a feat how she would balance on top of a single sheet of
And she'd watch and wait.
She knew the ritual and I had to hurry once I turned the water off to put my
rob on: she would jump back down to the floor to then attempt to jump
straight from there into my arms; it was a race against time, or a race
against claws and being covered all over with black cat fur, straight out of
the shower, no matter if she'd get wet too in the process it was "Cuddle!
There was no way I wasn't going to catch her as I didn't want her to get
Very early on, it seemed *I* belonged to *her* and Babou's motto was "I want
it all and I want it NOW".
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