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I'm thinking again that this kitten i have is like the reincarnated soul of my old cat Nemo.
I have this story that I like to tell about when I was in college and I was taking a shower. I had shampoo in my hair and was keeping my eyes closed to keep from getting shampoo when something rubbed up against my legs. I was a bit freaked out since there wasn't supposed to be anything on the floor of the shower, so I quickly rinsed out my eyes and looked down. There was Nemo, lovingly rubbing up against my legs. He had water falling down on his back and he kept lifting up one leg, shaking it off, then lifting up the next one and doing the same. I looked down at him and said, "You're bailing kitty, but the boat is still sinking."
Anyway fast forward to this morning and Abby is playing my little shadow. She followed me into the kids bedrooms and while I was waking them up she was up on the bed purring away. First in Avery's room, then in Emily's. Then my wife got out of the shower and it was my turn. So when I went in the bathroom it was no surprise when Abby followed me in. I closed the toilet lid to prevent another mishap. Then hopped in the shower. We have a clawfoot tub with one of those old rings above with the shower curtain. There is a vinyl curtain on the inside and a cloth one on the outside to make it look pretty. Well, Abby was walking around the rim of the tub between the vinyl and the cloth curtains which I found amusing, but eventually she got bold and she went into the tub at the very back of the tub. As far from the water as she could, but she was still getting wet. And again, lifting one paw, shaking it off, putting it down in the water and then shaking it off. Of course, in Abby's case, she took it one step further. When I got out of the shower and went to shave, she stood on the edge of the sink. But, her tail was in the sink still. I adjusted the water temp so I wouldn't burn her tail and I just shaved and ignored the damp kitty.
When I left for work there were a whole bunch of little wet footprints all over the house, and I had to argue with the little fuzzball that, no, she couldn't go to work with me.
How can you not love a kitty?
I have this story that I like to tell about when I was in college and I was taking a shower. I had shampoo in my hair and was keeping my eyes closed to keep from getting shampoo when something rubbed up against my legs. I was a bit freaked out since there wasn't supposed to be anything on the floor of the shower, so I quickly rinsed out my eyes and looked down. There was Nemo, lovingly rubbing up against my legs. He had water falling down on his back and he kept lifting up one leg, shaking it off, then lifting up the next one and doing the same. I looked down at him and said, "You're bailing kitty, but the boat is still sinking."
Anyway fast forward to this morning and Abby is playing my little shadow. She followed me into the kids bedrooms and while I was waking them up she was up on the bed purring away. First in Avery's room, then in Emily's. Then my wife got out of the shower and it was my turn. So when I went in the bathroom it was no surprise when Abby followed me in. I closed the toilet lid to prevent another mishap. Then hopped in the shower. We have a clawfoot tub with one of those old rings above with the shower curtain. There is a vinyl curtain on the inside and a cloth one on the outside to make it look pretty. Well, Abby was walking around the rim of the tub between the vinyl and the cloth curtains which I found amusing, but eventually she got bold and she went into the tub at the very back of the tub. As far from the water as she could, but she was still getting wet. And again, lifting one paw, shaking it off, putting it down in the water and then shaking it off. Of course, in Abby's case, she took it one step further. When I got out of the shower and went to shave, she stood on the edge of the sink. But, her tail was in the sink still. I adjusted the water temp so I wouldn't burn her tail and I just shaved and ignored the damp kitty.
When I left for work there were a whole bunch of little wet footprints all over the house, and I had to argue with the little fuzzball that, no, she couldn't go to work with me.
How can you not love a kitty?