When my son was bringing his cat for me to babysit when he would go out of town....the first couple of times, she would make 90 miles an hour up the stairs and would hide and we had a hard time finding her. That just happened on a couple of trips and after that I spread a thick towel on the couch for her and she was by my side and I learned to love her so much. I knew she was sick and I lived in fear at the last that she would die while I had her. But thank goodness, it didn't happen that way!
Isn't the picture below identical to how they clean themselves? I thought it was cute.
