"a whirling tornado of fur and claws"
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oneirophreniaThe most hysterical thing on earth just happened. So hysterical, in fact, that laughing at it precipitated a ten-minute, agonizing coughing fit--but that's okay, because, gods, was it worth it.
I was just climbing out of the bathtub after having washed the crud of the day off, and there was about an inch or two of water still in the tub as it drained. Christy was sitting near the tub, looking curiously in...not, perhaps, comprehending why I was emerging dripping with water. She has this habit of leaping up into the tub and meowing piteously until I let her drink from the tap, which is really weird, but she's a weird cat to begin with. Anyway, she looks up at the tub--and I shouted "NO! CHRISTY, NO!"--but she leaped up on the ledge anyway--and then in--and--
Suddenly, there was no more cat--just a whirling tornado of fur and claws! Water started spraying everywhere and she tried three times to climb up out of the tub but her feet were wet so she slid back in! Finally, she rocketed out and tore off down the hall, with me following, laughing moronically, and carrying a towel to dry her off. Man, what a fucking battle that was: first I had to scare her out from under the bed where she was hiding, then I had to pin her growling, seething little ass down while I rubbed her tummy and tail with the towel....
But--here's the strange thing--she wasn't really wet at all! Damp, sure: her feet were damp, and her tail, and her tummy was a little wet, too...but, honestly, for the amount of thrashing, spinning, and flailing that happened in the tub, I expected her to be drenched. But she was just a little damp. I know she shook some of the water off immediately upon her escape from the quagmire of doom, but I still don't understand how my cat could possible have emerged from that tub as compartively un-sodden as she did. Maybe she was spinning so fast in the tub that the water couldn't touch her, or was centrifuged right off of her fur the second it touched.
Either way, I feel bad for the shock the poor little creature experienced, and I've given her an extra helping of food and a warm pillow to sleep on now, but...it was still fucking funny. VERY, VERY FUNNY.
I was just climbing out of the bathtub after having washed the crud of the day off, and there was about an inch or two of water still in the tub as it drained. Christy was sitting near the tub, looking curiously in...not, perhaps, comprehending why I was emerging dripping with water. She has this habit of leaping up into the tub and meowing piteously until I let her drink from the tap, which is really weird, but she's a weird cat to begin with. Anyway, she looks up at the tub--and I shouted "NO! CHRISTY, NO!"--but she leaped up on the ledge anyway--and then in--and--
Suddenly, there was no more cat--just a whirling tornado of fur and claws! Water started spraying everywhere and she tried three times to climb up out of the tub but her feet were wet so she slid back in! Finally, she rocketed out and tore off down the hall, with me following, laughing moronically, and carrying a towel to dry her off. Man, what a fucking battle that was: first I had to scare her out from under the bed where she was hiding, then I had to pin her growling, seething little ass down while I rubbed her tummy and tail with the towel....
But--here's the strange thing--she wasn't really wet at all! Damp, sure: her feet were damp, and her tail, and her tummy was a little wet, too...but, honestly, for the amount of thrashing, spinning, and flailing that happened in the tub, I expected her to be drenched. But she was just a little damp. I know she shook some of the water off immediately upon her escape from the quagmire of doom, but I still don't understand how my cat could possible have emerged from that tub as compartively un-sodden as she did. Maybe she was spinning so fast in the tub that the water couldn't touch her, or was centrifuged right off of her fur the second it touched.
Either way, I feel bad for the shock the poor little creature experienced, and I've given her an extra helping of food and a warm pillow to sleep on now, but...it was still fucking funny. VERY, VERY FUNNY.
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Date: 2004-01-23 03:48 am (UTC)Kennedy did that one time at the Shadyhouse -- went bouncing in to the tub and landed with a surprised "splash!" in
also, when bathing my cats, i've noted it takes a fair amount of water to soak them to the skin, especially Nikita, whose hair is longer -- perhaps it has to do with the density of her coat?
Re: here's a picture of the morning sink ritual
Date: 2004-01-23 06:06 am (UTC)Re: here's a picture of the morning sink ritual
Date: 2004-01-23 08:00 am (UTC)Re: here's a picture of the morning sink ritual
Date: 2004-01-23 11:29 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-01-23 07:18 am (UTC)it was hilarious watching him try to walk away with dignity, as his lower half was darkened and looked like a pair of cat blue jeans... it took a bit to get back to normal. ahhh elmer...
its weird bout the tap water addiction cats have... If i'm drinking water, especially Brita, and stare at the computer moniter too long, Elmer or Spider would sneak up on me and start lapping my water. Its a good thing that most of the time I catch them... dont want kitty spit in my drinking water.