Just an aside, I do wipe the counters with hot soapy water before cooking, but since my three boys are elderly, cats on the counter are no longer a problem.
My tortie Peekaboo would rub her face on my freshly shampooed head, and try to chew my hair, no matter what the brand/flavor. She also loved the smell of bleach and would roll around on the kitchen counters after I’d wiped them down (not to disinfect, wasted effort with five cats in the house at that time, but to get stains out of the ancient formica).
I’ve never really paid attention to which sock I put on first. Probably depends on which leg is less stiff on any given day—the good leg gets the sock first to delay the pain of the bad leg. On a day when both legs are pain free, no preference.
Not just you, Bear.