Domestic bliss...

I was in the bathroom last night, rereading Joanna Russ' "The Mystery of the Young Gentleman," as one does.This, of course, cannot be done without kitty accompaniment so Shu (our 18lb Egyptian Mau mix) joined me. And promptly decided to pull the towels off the racks, because, bonus, there was underwear up there too and you can build a big nest in front of the heating vent over your human's strident objections. A few moments of tugging later, and he managed to land my underpants on his head, covering his face and ears. He then proceeded to wander the bathroom in a stately, slightly confused manner, while I laughed my ass off. I am sadly cruel to kitties, though I did recover both undergarment and towels.