I get up first in the morning, around 5:30 am, and head straight into the bathroom to take a shower. Because Spike and Oz are both wide-awake at that point, I close the bedroom door and leave the bathroom door open so that J can (in theory) sleep through their morning antics.
This morning I was really, really tired. I hadn't slept well the night before (the downstairs tenants were playing loud music until midnight and when I finally fell asleep, I kept waking up) and when I got up, I was really just moving on auto-pilot. I went into the bathroom, left the door open, took off my PJs, closed the shower curtain, and turned on the bathtub faucet. Spike leapt up onto the edge of the bathtub. The instant I turned on the shower, he jumped into the tub. With the shower curtain closed and the sudden spray of water raining down on him, he couldn't figure out how to get out of the bathtub! I was in such a daze that I just reached into the tub to pull him out, at which point he started trying to climb me to get out! Once he was free of the bathtub and the evil, evil shower, Spike tore off down the hallway, dripping water all over the place. He was too wet for me to just let him go, so I had to chase him down the hall -- myself now also dripping wet and my arms, legs and stomach all scratched up ... oh, and let's not forget completely naked! I finally caught him, tossed a towel over him, and dried him off.
So now I'm at work, with cat scratches all over my bare arms (it's too warm out today to wear long-sleeved shirts), and people keep looking at me like they think I've been attacked by a wild animal. Which I guess I kinda was. Meanwhile, I'm wondering what the learning curve will be on this experience: will Spike remember that the shower is a place of pure evil and malice? Or will he be curious tomorrow morning and jump back into again, only to have a repeat experience (preferably without the scratching and the naked hallway jaunt)?
Ten bucks says he does it again. My cat is a special cat.
This morning I was really, really tired. I hadn't slept well the night before (the downstairs tenants were playing loud music until midnight and when I finally fell asleep, I kept waking up) and when I got up, I was really just moving on auto-pilot. I went into the bathroom, left the door open, took off my PJs, closed the shower curtain, and turned on the bathtub faucet. Spike leapt up onto the edge of the bathtub. The instant I turned on the shower, he jumped into the tub. With the shower curtain closed and the sudden spray of water raining down on him, he couldn't figure out how to get out of the bathtub! I was in such a daze that I just reached into the tub to pull him out, at which point he started trying to climb me to get out! Once he was free of the bathtub and the evil, evil shower, Spike tore off down the hallway, dripping water all over the place. He was too wet for me to just let him go, so I had to chase him down the hall -- myself now also dripping wet and my arms, legs and stomach all scratched up ... oh, and let's not forget completely naked! I finally caught him, tossed a towel over him, and dried him off.
So now I'm at work, with cat scratches all over my bare arms (it's too warm out today to wear long-sleeved shirts), and people keep looking at me like they think I've been attacked by a wild animal. Which I guess I kinda was. Meanwhile, I'm wondering what the learning curve will be on this experience: will Spike remember that the shower is a place of pure evil and malice? Or will he be curious tomorrow morning and jump back into again, only to have a repeat experience (preferably without the scratching and the naked hallway jaunt)?
Ten bucks says he does it again. My cat is a special cat.
