A few weeks ago, I was feeling really achy so I decided that a hot bubble bath was in order. Bubbles, music, a glass of wine and a book. I settled in the warm water ready to relax for a few minutes.
Bella had other ideas. Walking back and forth along the side of the tub. Sniffing, trying to touch the water without falling in. I couldn’t read, I was busy trying to keep an eye on her. She slipped, once, twice, three times. Three wet paws. She would jump down and walk around the bathroom with a step-shake, step-shake, step, step-shake. So cute. But in just a minute she was back on the edge of the tub…so curious.
I warned her, I told her that this wouldn’t end well. I was right. A slip and a splash and she was in. I quickly lifted her out of the bath and set her on the floor. She took off like a shot, running here and there, into the living room, back to the bathroom, into the front room and back again. I jumped out of the tub to console her, by the time I managed to get a hold of her she had rolled in the kitty litter!
She was covered, caked with a soggy clay mess. Uck!
Dripping wet with just my towel wrapped around me, holding this quite distressed very dirty kitten, I was forced to give her another bath. A real one. She didn’t fight me, but was not happy about it…not one bit.
Not surprisingly, my last bubble bath was kitten free!
Bella and her favorite spot…any of the heat registers in the house!
It’s flippin’ cold around here!
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