Every day Mummy and
Dad go through this crazy ritual, and I simply cannot understand it. I must
first explain that they *ahem* don’t have any fur. Well, Dad has fur on his
chest but otherwise, they are bald. Well, except for that patch on top of their
heads (go figure). The point is, Mummy and Dad aren’t built exactly like the
rest of us cats, and they have really strange habits.
Take bathing, for
instance: when we kitties want to bathe, we simply whip out the attached sponge
(code word “Tongue”) and, using our built-in no rinse cleaner, are fresh in no
time. Mummy and Dad, on the other paw, feel compelled to stand under running
water (code word Shower), lather up with all over bubbles (code word Soap, and which I think
niff, personally), then stand in the water until the bubbles go away. I mean to
say, if you don’t want the bubbles on you, then why put them there to begin
with? And further, wouldn’t it be simpler to bathe like a normal person (me,
for example) instead of dousing yourself *shiver* with water which only makes
you wet and cold?
Not only do they
go through this silly ritual, they do it TWICE a day AT LEAST! Dad
sometimes comes in the house absolutely covered in ook from playing in the yard
(Mummy calls it Yard Work but I think Dad just tells her that so she won’t
suspect he enjoys playing with his big, noisy gadgets. Mummy will fall for
anything, apparently). Under these conditions, he takes another ‘bath’..er, Shower.
So I am intrigued and have begun stationing myself on the counter next to the
Shower any time someone goes in, then I fling the curtain back and take a look
inside, just to be sure what I am seeing is real.
One day, perhaps, I will
figure it out.
Until then, I plan to continue my vigil until
Mummy and Dad reveal what ails them…
or at least until they give me a drink from
the faucet.
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