Yesterday, Miette decided that it would be fun to knock over bottles of shampoo, and then lay in the mess she made. Needless to say, this morning she got a bath. If I had to guess, I’d say it lasted about 30 seconds. That might be an overestimate, though. Usually, with enough pressure to the rear-end of a cat, they’ll sit still after a few seconds of fighting to get out of the tub. Then, as long as you keep the pressure there, they wont’ go too far. Miette, however, doesn’t agree with that philosophy. Fortunately, her bath was just long enough to get the sticky, soapy mess off of her belly. I was afraid that she would lick it off and get sick.
She was pissed at me for a few hours. I could see her plotting my demise every time I walked past her hiding under the dining table. But she’s recovered now, or so she’d lead me to believe.
However, because she hated me with every claw on her feet, I was unable to dry her very well. So, she found the one spot in this apartment that still gets sun after 12:00pm and laid in it like an Egyptian Princess. Every few minutes, however, she has to inch closer and closer to the window, because, as she has now learned, the Earth is spinning. After losing most of the sun from one window, she moved on top of a wooden trunk that I have near another window. That worked for a while, until the sun was not long enough to reach the trunk, at which point she flopped onto the ground and scared herself. I guess she didn’t realize that there wasn’t any trunk left to roll on to.