We got a cat from the shelter this week, he's about 9 months old which means that he's still pretty much a kitten. Oh right, his name is Kevin.
Anyway, Kevin really likes to follow me around the house and see what I'm up to. This morning while I was shaving he hopped up on the sink and watched me for a while. At some point he noticed his reflection in the mirror and naturally decided that he should try and swipe at this evil apparition. This caused him to lose his balance and fall into the water in the sink. He jumped out and stalked off, fur wet and feelings hurt.
And now I'm the kind of person who talks about their cat. (Also, I watched some Golden Girls the other day.)