Scoutie in the shower

When chasing him down at every opportunity isn't enough.

When following him from room to room isn't enough.

When pulling his tail and squeezing him until he jumps out of her arms isn't enough.

When all of that isn't enough.

She goes into our shower and calls his name.

He follows her in, dutifully. 

She closes the door behind them, and she loves on him in that three-by-three space until she gets bored.

So for all of you who don't understand why I keep this 17-year-old cat who drops Seussian Shits around my house twice a day every day?*

This.

This is why.

*Dieting. Entitled to swear.