Every cat we've ever had in the house, except the elderly foster Tiger, has sooner or later fallen in the bath tub. Today, ZZ joined the club. He's been playing with a little ball in the tub, and I guess he was looking for it after I got out and the water was running out. He didn't just jump in, but rather slid down the back and into water about belly deep on him. He didn't like it, but he didn't seem to mind all that much.
Of course, this is tame compared to the time he jumped up on the toilet and kept going, right into the water.
Of course, this is tame compared to the time he jumped up on the toilet and kept going, right into the water.