As I stumbled into the bathroom this morning all bleary-eyed and resistant to the household noise, I was greeted by this stubborn fool. My gato fabuloso.
And yet he waits here all day for you to return.
While his tactics are a bit intense and definitely have resulted in an unfortunate toothpaste hairball on his backside (yet another reason my husband should rinse his spit from the sink), I have to admire his persistence. I can only hope that there are things in this world that I am as passionate about. So important that I am willing to sit in another's spit for the sake of the prize? Hmm. I'm not so sure.