Catfusion

When I think I've had enough of this day, and decidedly call it a night, a meow outside, soft as fur, late night purr..and lo behold, the cat comes calling, for no apparent reason except that it's a cat, and will do just as he pleases. 

Squatting on my pristine auburn floors, shedding a trail of white fur, or breadcrumbs if you please. 

Full blown gymnastics de vulgar, and a tender rub against my thighs to show he cares and that calls to be fed. 

So here I am, in my lacy night things, feeding a cat, and watching him pirouette, and he indulges in a practice most absurd, sneaks into the toilet and endeavors to climb all things tall. The washing sink, the bathtub, the shower, the shower curtain. 

What is it Gogi dearest?