Never really was a cat person growing up (I still contend most of them are just straight up evil villains and just plain mean lol) but after a short battle with some mice that tried to move into my house last year I decided to adopt one. She's a very cautious cat (rescued alongside 20 other cats being neglected from some degenerate) and walks around like she's in a mine field all dainty and shit.

After the toilet seat makes its noise from being put down, that cat will be standing at the door before I've even had a chance to sit down regardless of where she was. The one time one of my kids used my bathroom I finally got to witness that little scaredy cat temporarily morph into a ninja and parkour her way from a back room, clear my recliner, use a door mat/rug to be able to take a 90° turn into my room at full speed (hard floors in most of the house makes for some funny antics with both the dog and cat lol), keep running all out and jumping into the side of my bed and using it to make another full speed 90° turn that after she landed had exactly the right amount of momentum to slide to a stop right in the doorway. The same cat that is still petrified of walking on the counter in front of the kitchen sink has no problem at all vaulting around the house if someone is going to poop in my bathroom.

All this to say, I'm kinda sad now, I thought I had found another being in this world who thinks my shit smells like roses too!