I'm not sure if I mentioned this before, but there's a cat at my new home.
I don't like cats, mainly because my dad hates cats, so he banned all cats and cat talk from our house when I was growing up.
Now I have to live with a cat. It's different, to say the least.
I like my dog Snickers better than the cat. Snickers always gets super-excited and runs to see me whenever I come home. But Julie the cat doesn't have much interest in me, I don't think. She's more interested in exploring my closet.
It's weird. Every time I open my closet, Julie tries to run inside and explore, even though there's absolutely nothing to see except my clothes hamper. I have no idea why she finds it so fascinating. It's like she expects to run inside one day and find that I've secretly been keeping a huge stash of cat food in there.
It's cute when the cat falls asleep in my lap, though. That happened earlier today. I felt kind of bad beacuse I had to stand up and leave.