Dear Diary,
It has been a long time since I’ve written, but I’ve been pre-occupied with my new love: BATHTUBS!
I love jumping in them. I love sitting in them. I love chasing my tail in them. I love napping in them. I love making mom and dad uncomfortable by staring at them from the bathtub while they do their business. Not only that, but sometimes it turns into a giant waterbowl.
Their toys are so much better than the toys they buy me. HEY GUESS WHAT?! THAT SQUEAKER ANNOYS ME JUST AS MUCH TOO.
Jesus, I’m not deaf.
Bones,
Horatio
4 Comments
September 26, 2008 at 2:15 pm
Oh, Horatio, you must be onto something there. My kitteh plays in the tub, too. It keeps his toys in one place when he bats them around. It is his favorite place to take a toilet paper roll for shredding, or my bathroom magazine. And whenever I shower, he has to jump in and lay down as soon as I get out of it. That is when I call him “Dampy the Cat”. Yes, Horatio, tubs make great playpens.
September 27, 2008 at 8:06 am
I just nominated you for an “honest blogger” award! ( aka a blog chain mail - don’t feel compelled to pass it on :P)
http://anything-pj.blogspot.com/2008/09/id-like-to-thank.html
September 27, 2008 at 11:37 am
When I was the owner of a Scottie, he loved rubber toys. The very first thing he’d do, though, is rip the squeaker out. He hated those for some reason. So we had a dozen rubber toys that made little *whiff* sounds whenever he played with them.
September 28, 2008 at 3:03 am
That is so cute! My best friend’s cat loves the tub too. And he always scares me when I go in to do my business too. Scary.
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