I have conquered my fear of the ultimate force of evil on this planet: The Treadmill. When the creepy one started it last night, he looked as if he expected me to bolt. I played it cool - sat and watched him for a moment, then sauntered into the bedroom and ate dinner. Victory is mine!
Today I break into the liquor cabinet, or at least force him to show me what's behind the door in the bathroom again. The redhead and her pet Frenchman showed me before, but I forgot already. I'm sure all the secrets of the universe must be behind that door, or possibly under the kitchen sink.
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Don't forget to howl at the bathroom door when Grant's in there! When he shuts the bathroom door, it's not to do what you think. It's to eat fine sushi and fresh chicken all alone and not to have to share. Remember that honey, and keep howling!
So far it hasn't been a problem. He leaves the bathroom door open for me, so I do my part and get underfoot while he's in there. He has this tiny cat-sized carpet right in front of the bathroom sink which is a perfect resting spot for me when he's trying to shave and brush his teeth.
Two a.m. is a very good time to start howling. Also, remember the foot-head massage in bed (insist on being allowed in bed, climb on subject's head, and then walk all over him -- if he objects, sit on said head).
Foilwoman - 2 AM is too early for me. I don't like to get up before 4:30 without my coffee.
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