The cats are still adjusting, so I regularly share my small computer desk with Tuna and have grown used to both boys sitting atop the sink vanity when I shower so they can keep tabs on me. Tuna loves the washer–a front loader he finds highly entertaining. At night, I remain the filling in a feline burrito as they get used to strange noises. Downside? Nocturnal bathroom breaks include tripping over bodies as we all head down the hall. It could be worse. Tuna could hide the kitchen rug he attacks daily to show me he’s still in charge.