Fly.

And with thanks to the fly that was kind enough to hover around Amir, keeping him entertained. It stayed close enough to retain the cat's interest, but, smart fly, kept his distance so as to not die.

Amir likes to sit at my feet when I pee in the morning, or any other time of day. In this new apartment he's taken to drinking from the slippery (he's still learning that it is slippery) porcelain free-standing sink next to the toilet. He does slip a lot.

And when he's done drinking, (Did you know cats don't lap water like dogs, but rather create motion in the water so that they may bite the stream they've pulled into their mouths? Look it up; it's rather fascinating, especially if you're sleep deprived and watching your cat drink from the sink to your left while you sit with your underwear around your ankles (no pants, remember, because you just woke up and you've most likely just slept in that underwear and a t-shirt) remaining checked-out from the day's upcoming activities.) he doesn't tell you. He also doesn't immediately jump out of the sink to alert you that yes, it is time to turn off the tiny stream of water. I am certain to keep the stream small and low pressure for that purpose; we live in a desert and he's not going to turn it off himself and if it runs for another few moments before I register he is done with it, I'd like to waste as little water as possible, thank you.

The slipping comes next, usually, assuming that the slipping didn't already happen as he made the standing jump up into the sink. In actuality he could slip on both occasions. He, Amir, is fully capable. But most frequently the slipping comes next as he tries to walk from that porcelain sink to your (one's, my) left to the tank of the toilet behind you (o, m).

I reread my post title. Simply, Amir was entertained by a summertime fly that found its way into the bathroom with the two of us this morning. The fly added another element of excitement to our morning routine, so that's all.