Obligatory Cat Lady Post.

I have time to kill before work, since I woke up four hours early today, and have done everything else I need to do before I leave in 20 minutes. I would like to share / record for posterity, my morning routine with the cats.

They follow me into the bathroom to turn on the heater, and immediately hop into the bathtub, crouched down and eyeballing the faucet, where the evil nasty water comes from. I'll leave, pull the door partly closed and wait 20 minutes or so until the bathroom heats up.

I'll return, and turn on the faucet, at which point their eyes widen and flit from me to the faucet, me to the faucet, as the water creeeeeps up to their paws, and they flick flick flick the water off their feet until they realize they are fighting a losing battle, and hop out of the tub and tear into the early morning house darkness.

I shower, turn the water off, and I'll hear furious jingling of the bells on their collars just outside the door for JUST a moment, then it stops. Silence. Moments later, a white paw shoots out underneath the door, searching, searching.. *BOING* goes the springy door stopper, letting me know that he wants IN. NOW. If I ignore him, he chirps at me through the door. Yes, I have a cat that chirps. I eventually open the door, or he'll just mash his face against it until it opens, since it doesn't latch, and they will both hop right up on the side of the tub, menacingly staring at the water swirling down the drain. When it reaches a safe level, they both hop in, and take turns bathing themselves with the lovely scented bathwater that remains safely pooled around the drain.

They never, ever repeat this manuver for Ben, and I swear he thinks I'm crazy.. but hey, at least they are clean.