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Felicity use to be fascinated by moving water. She would always stand up to the the toilet being flushed, watching carefully. (We had hopes of toilet training her. Oh well.) When one of us was running water in the sink in the bathroom she would jump up on the counter and actually play with the falling water, batting at it with her paw. But all that stopped as she got older and put away childish toys in favor of sleeping in one of the planters on the veranda, climbing inside her cardboard box with the small holes in the side so she can try to catch anything passing by without being seen. Adult stuff. And of course, burrowing into a pile of clothing in the closet to either sleep or just shed fur. In some ways, I prefer it when she snuggles while I read.
Stitchawl
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