Trevor vs the bathtub
a cautionary tail
Regret, dear reader, is a terrible emotion.
This then begs the question:
Do cats feel regret?
I’m not sure about that one way or another.
They do however know the difference between wet and dry.
Trevor, my good boy, my best boy cat, LOVES playing in the bathtub.
Most nights, while Laura brushes her teeth, he jumps in, plays with his tail for a bit, then leaves, gets a toy then chases it around.
This whole ritual typically lasts fifteen minutes.
Last night was different.
Very different.
Last night, before brushing her teeth, Laura decided to pour a bath.
The toothpaste went on the brush.
The tap of the sink made its familiar sound.
And Trevor?
Well, he launched himself into a very hot bath that had been running for quite some time.
It seems, dear reader, that old Trevor did not look before he leapt.
The result?
Panic.
He scratched and clawed in a fury of fur and yeowling.
Out one side of the tub he bolted only to be foiled by a wall.
His ears were pinned to his soggy head.
Who the hell put this wall here?
The mess of fur, claws and water continued to roil.
He tried another side of the tub - no success.
What fresh hell is this? Pick me up so I can rip you to shreds woman!
And finally he went out behind our free standing soaker tub and fell with a resounding smack on the floor.
He left the bathroom so quickly, no one saw him go.
He left only a trail of water stretching from the bathtub to his chair by the wood stove.
We all can learn a thing or two from Trevor.
Look before you leap.
And?
If you play in ‘bathtubs’ whether real or metaphoric,
One day, you’re going to be in for a soggy surprise.
And when that happens?
I hope you have a warm, dry place to go and nonchalantly lick your ass.
Stay slippery, you fools!
