One steamy summer day, I was just minding my own business in our bathroom, doing just the typical cat thang. You know... checking out the bidet, chilling in the cool sink... Suddenly enters daddy, he declared "Oh, it's so hot looks like someone wants a cool bath!!!" Before I could react, he grabbed me and turned on the faucet. First I really didn't understand what was going on, then the water started seeping through my fur and I realized I was getting wet, I quickly decided I was NOT going to press the "like" button.
Well, the drama didn't last as long as it seemed to me at that moment, my pitiful wailing and desperate flying claws were enough to make daddy decide "ok, I guess you had enough" fairly quickly. But all the same, I was by that time a whole lot wetter than I would have ever cared.
Thankfully, it was my only experience that came close to "a full bath". I am fully capable of keeping myself fluffy, shiny, silky, maintaining the white part perfectly white, and smelling wonderful. I know mamma knows that very well so I trust her, and I follow her into the bathroom all the time, but NEVER when daddy is in there, there is no sense taking any risks, right?
|I'm too Sexy for a Bath.|