It started in Illinois. Chatty probably was the guilty party. I remember once when we got home from a trip somewhere, and our neighbor that had taken care of him while we were gone talked about how whenever she'd start to walk down the hall, he'd race down in front of her and jump on the bathroom counter. She couldn't figure it out.
He has a water bowl. And it actually sits right outside of this first floor half-bath. Even when it has just been filled, he will often prefer his fresh water in a Dixie cup.
Why? I have no idea. Maybe it's a power play.
Maybe we should teach him a lesson while he covers up his face to all his cares in the world. Like he has any! Yep, he covers his face.
Hubby thinks he's spoiled. Of course, Hubby also thinks Peka is trying to kill him, picking his side of the bed to sleep on and him being allergic and all.
I think I already know what he thinks.