Gustave has a peculiar habit of hiding in my bathtub and staring at me whenever I leave for work (my apartment has a somewhat peculiar layout, so the tub is right next to the main door). He's usually been running around or playing before he does this, so he's always got this wild-eyed, frenzied look to him when he does this. I've called him a creeper on more than one occasion for it.
Seriously, imagine seeing this every morning before you head out:
Seriously, imagine seeing this every morning before you head out:
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