I really am a bad cat mother...
Either that, or I have two particularly accident-prone kitties. One fell in the bath, and the other nearly fell out of the window.
Well, I say 'fell' - Smokey clearly thought he could fly, because he leaped out of the window in what was quite an impressive bound, considering the window is chest height on me and they've never jumped that high before. It was only luck that enabled me to fling myself across the room and grab his back legs before he went in freefall. Talk about nine lives - I'm pretty sure I used up one of mine.
But Bandit, yeah, Bandit did fall in the bath. They hate it when there's a closed door between me and them; clearly they imagine I'm getting up to all kinds of fun with cat toys and feathers on sticks and cat treats or something. They fling themselves at the door and meow most piteously, so I've taken to leaving the door slightly ajar when I'm in the bathroom.
And Bandit loves to jump and walk around the rim of the bath, dipping his paw in the water and then shaking it all over my face. It's fun, honest. I pick up him and put him back on the ground, he jumps back up and shakes water in my face. Really, I guess you have to be there to imagine the fun. But this time he over-estimated his jump, and splash.
I have the panicked scratches to prove how much fun this was.
On the plus side, he now smells delightfully of vanilla bath oil.
Well, I say 'fell' - Smokey clearly thought he could fly, because he leaped out of the window in what was quite an impressive bound, considering the window is chest height on me and they've never jumped that high before. It was only luck that enabled me to fling myself across the room and grab his back legs before he went in freefall. Talk about nine lives - I'm pretty sure I used up one of mine.
But Bandit, yeah, Bandit did fall in the bath. They hate it when there's a closed door between me and them; clearly they imagine I'm getting up to all kinds of fun with cat toys and feathers on sticks and cat treats or something. They fling themselves at the door and meow most piteously, so I've taken to leaving the door slightly ajar when I'm in the bathroom.
And Bandit loves to jump and walk around the rim of the bath, dipping his paw in the water and then shaking it all over my face. It's fun, honest. I pick up him and put him back on the ground, he jumps back up and shakes water in my face. Really, I guess you have to be there to imagine the fun. But this time he over-estimated his jump, and splash.
I have the panicked scratches to prove how much fun this was.
On the plus side, he now smells delightfully of vanilla bath oil.