Jake started chuckling this morning (a rarity at this hour) and mentioned that Dorian was chasing his tail. I looked over for a sec and noticed he was spinning oddly.

Me: I think he has something on his tail
Jake: Really?
Me: Yeah. Go check.

At this point I figured Jake would have taken him over to the kitchen and turned on the light to see what said sticky thing was. Instead he picked Dorian up and ran his hand down the tail... then stopped.

Jake: Oh G-d!
Me: What?
Jake: It's poo.
Me: Hahahahaha!

And with that we ended up spending twenty minutes cleaning poo from Dorian's tail. He made such a fuss... Meanwhile I'm late and calling my work with the 'my cat had poo on it's tail' excuse doesn't sound like it's going to fly.

Dorian loves to watch the fish. I think I got more just for his amusement. One night we heard him make a "yelp" sound and Jake stood up just in time to see Dorian leaning against the tank and waving both paws in what Jake described as 'jazz hands'. We didn't stop laughing for ten minutes.

Meanwhile his fur is just gorgeous. I was hesitant to get a long haired cat but he really doesn't shed. He's a big ball of love. *smiles*

He thrusts his fists paws against the posts shower doors,
And still insists he sees the ghosts I dunno...

Dorian has started a cute habit that is fast becoming a bad one. He'll hop into the shower and start scratching at the doors so they'll make banging noises. At first we both laughed, which was probably a bad idea. This morning he started doing it at 4a.m. I wanted to kill him. I tried calling to him and getting him to come to bed... but the little bugger decided he wanted everyone up and wouldn't stop. He went from banging the doors to running up and down the hallway. This lasted until I finally dragged my ass out of bed at 5a.m., a half hour earlier than usual. Now I'm tired and have to try and go to work. *yawns* If only we could keep him awake during the day...

Dorian... smelled. I mean really, really smelled. Since he's the type of cat that loves to crawl on our shoulders and plop his body on our faces it was time for a bath. He wiggled. He cried. Trixi cried. We laughed. He scratched us. Everyone cried. In the end he was clean.