It’s not clean until the cat says it’s clean!
Yesterday morning, I turned to find Scamper taking her bath–in the water dish. Both her front legs were in the water dish. She just stood there, soaking them for a few moments. Then she kind of rubbed them together before beginning some serious cleaning of each. At times, she looked as though she was trying to scoot her whole body in the dish.
Perhaps we need a bigger water dish? With a ducky and maybe some fish and a nice cloth to dry off???
A few nights ago, after letting Junior outside to do his business, we informed him that he could not go out again, 10 seconds after coming in. We are trying (mostly unsuccessfully) to curtail his belief that it’s a great idea to go in and out eight times during the night “just to see if anything interesting is going on out there.”
He left the bed in a huff and went into the bathroom. We leave some water in the sink for him to drink. He prefers it to the other 4 sources of cat water. Pretty soon we heard splashing. Sort of belly-flop loud splashing. Smack, smack!
“What the hell is that?” Husband demanded.
“He thinks he’s a beaver, and he’s warning of impending doom?” I guessed.
“Maybe he thinks he’s an elephant?” It sounded like he was half drinking, half snorting the water. Then between that noise, he splashed about. This was followed by loud and lengthy cat washing that made me wonder if he was somehow running a rug cleaner. The cat did everything but burst into song.
Two in the morning, and we have to have the loudest bathing cat in the county. We still didn’t let him outside. But he made sure we paid for it.
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