My dog used to follow me everywhere. So does this cat. I can't even go to the bathroom without the cat being right there with me. Of course, my dog didn't try to open the cabinets under the sink. The cat does, but that's another story.
My dog didn't watch running water with such fascination. He certainly didn't leap into the bathtub and start licking droplets of water. The cat does, but that's another story.
My dog didn't lay down on the bathroom counter while I was getting dressed and rub his face all over my makeup organizer. The cat does, but that's another story.
My dog didn't open the door to the pantry and scoot out a can of food he only gets on Saturdays, either. The cat does. But that's another story.
My dog never noticed the bowl of Brachs butterscotch disks and want to play hockey with them. My dog didn't bring them to me as presents, either. The cat does. But that's another story.
When I set down the bags of groceries, my dog didn't stick his face in the bag with the acorn squash and then sit back and decide it would be a good time to slap the squash. The cat did. (The squash, being a squash, rocked back and forth, and the battle was on!)
Like my dog, the cat curls up next to me and sleeps. Until about 3 a.m. Unlike my dog, she then gently taps my shoulder with a soft, fuzzy paw. She has to make sure I'm awake first, you see. Then she purrs in loudly my ear and starts kneading my side. Then she curls up and goes to sleep again.
I've had her since January and since then I've decided cats are completely goofy.