You know what troublesome-bothersome does?

She sees me go into the bathroom at the end of the night to get ready for bed. She sees me go through my rituals of ablution, face-washing, flossing, brushing, peeing. So she goes to HER bathroom, her litter box, and poops. 

Come to think of it I have never seen Eleven poop except at the end of my night. She imitates me (as best she can). She did it tonight and last night and all nights I can remember. There is quite a bond there--like JJ mimicking D-1 exercising. It's tres endearing 🥹and makes me smile. 🫶 my pretty, itty bitty kitty.