Tripper likes to help with everything. He especially likes to stroll around the bathroom sink when I'm trying to brush my teeth. I have figured out how to do this without his dubious assistance. The trick is to pet him in the living room, and then walk slowly and casually to the hall. As soon as I'm around the corner and out of his sight, I run like heck down the hall, and into the master bedroom, slamming the door. At that point, I can brush my teeth in peace.
I have to be careful coming out, because there are four or five cats piled up on the other side of the bedroom door, waiting for me. They live to trip me. He has taught them well.
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