My Monday Morning

It was a perfect morning to be lounging around: the neighborhood was in this "after-the-thunder-shower" quietness. The only sound you heard was the distant chirping of birds. I knew they were too far away so I didn't even bother. Mom was busy in front of her computer and the male was out (probably hunting). I had been up since 4:30, so I was really looking forward to a nice long nap.

Something was off. I couldn't quite put my claws on it, but it all began with an unusual scent. I caught a whiff and it woke me; then there was the sound. When have I heard that dull water-splashing sound before? It wasn't the same as the sound they make when they're in the bathroom. I opened my eyes and saw mom walking straight toward me, with that mischievous smile on her face and extra sweetness in her voice. Ah~ it all came to me now. The scent was from that new tearless shampoo she had bought me, and the sound of water meant there was a tub of soapy water waiting for me. They really ought to change that picture on the bottle. Who would ever want to look like THAT?

Well, let me tell ya. I've been around the block a few times when it comes to bathing. The first time she bathed me was in the bathroom sink. At that time I was just a 2-month-old wee kitten, and I've been having regular showers since then. However, just because I'm an experienced kitty doesn't mean that I would go against my instincts and happily jump into the tub without a little bit of hide-n-seek.







Even after she dragged me out from underneath the couch, I tried to explain why I didn't need a shower (look at that determination in my eyes). It should be obvious that she was too slow to capture me with my mouth open. I was talking to her.



Tucked under her arm, I didn't have much of a choice. Once I was in the warm water, however, I forgot what all the fuss was about. Pardon me for not smiling for the camera. I have a certain image to maintain.... you know..... 'cause other kitty cats might be reading this and all.

Then came my favorite part -- drying. Unlike other kitties, I actually enjoy hot air blowing on my body. When the weather is hot, I lay sideways in front of a fan. The noise from the hair dryer doesn't both me that much. I'm usually too happily indulging in mom saying how good a kitty I am, and how beautiful I am, to notice any other sounds. If you don't believe me, just ask the male who lives wih us. He can testify as to how much I like feeling my hair move in the air.

Voila! An hour later, mom's happy 'cause I don't stink anymore, and I'm happy 'cause I finally get to zonk out for as long as I want.

Phew~ It ain't easy being a fluffy kitty.