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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.
Slap! Slap!
Silence.
Gurgle! Snort!
“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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Posted: February 27, 2013
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7 Comments

  1. Junior capers are always good for a few chuckles! He just wanted to be sure that you were aware of his displeasure. And, getting himself clean at the same time. Thus, killing two flying feathered things at the same time!

    Comment by April — February 27, 2013 @ 2:24 pm

  2. Little did he know he was in danger of getting let out and not let back in until morning…

    Comment by Maria — February 27, 2013 @ 2:29 pm

  3. Chortle, snicker, giggle! Funniest thing I’ve read in a while! Junior’s a character, all right.But you haven’t lived until your cat decides that YOU are the one in need of a bath at 2 AM! One of my queens would decide my hair needed washing and proceed to lick me to within an inch of my life several times a week. nothing like having sticky, cat-breath hair first thing in the morning.

    Comment by Dee — February 27, 2013 @ 4:39 pm

  4. Oh, I am pretty sure I do NOT need that. Ever. That would be one cat who would go outside, pronto!

    Comment by Maria — February 27, 2013 @ 4:45 pm

  5. Maria
    I love your cats and hearing about their escapades! I really miss having cats. My rookie is allergic or I’d have a passle.

    Comment by Margaret — February 28, 2013 @ 5:37 pm

  6. Someday you will have a herd, I just know it. Cats find people and move in. That’s pretty much how we “obtained” our last batch!

    Comment by Maria — February 28, 2013 @ 5:56 pm

  7. Perhaps he was just making up for the cat prints in the sink a while ago. He just may be slow at cleaning up after himself but do it he will.

    Comment by Elisabeth — March 5, 2013 @ 10:46 am

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