As I'm sure I've mentioned before, I have the good fortune/delight/horrible torture/obligation of having two cats, Yin and Yang.
I do grouse about them a fair amount, but it's mostly in jest. They are like my children. I've had them since they were 10 weeks old, and now they're over 11 years old.
My little cat babies are very much creatures of habit. One thing they do, and have done for years, is act as my bathroom copilots.
They think I'm too furry. Kind of hypocritical.
Every morning, without fail, they watch me shower, brush my teeth, and shave. This is both adorable, and a goddamn pain in the ass.
Yang in particular needs me to pet him before I shave. He really wants to smell my deodorant to see if he likes it, even though every previous morning for the past 11 years he's made a face of utter revulsion when he smelled the outstretched stick of it.
I realized today that all this complication and repeated fuss is actually joyful to me. I love them. I love our weird repeat behaviors.
I'm grateful for them.