The cat is psychic.
He must be. There's no other explanation.
I'm sitting here typing away in people's comment boxes and Angel is sound asleep on the couch.
Not so much as a twitch when I get up for coffee or breakfast.
So I start thinking now might be a good time for that extra long shower where I shampoo my hair.
I glance over, yes, he is deep in dreamland. all good. I'll just finish the comment I'm currently typing, then I'll shut down.
Just as I type the last word he jumps up onto the table right in between me and the keyboard for a scratch and cuddle.
I'll have the shower anyway but I will have to share the bathmat space.