I am not writing of a heretofore unknown Dr. Suess title but rather of my weirdo cat, Tiger. In his most natural state, Tiger is committed to a life of restful leisure.
I think he’s quite charming in this state because it is me that he loves best. Together, we share a commitment to soft blankets, naps on the sofa, and vanilla ice cream. Sometimes, we allow Lucy to join us.
But Tiger has another side and it’s weird: he likes to get in the shower. Usually, he reserves his shower sojourns for the moment when someone has just completed a shower. Then, while the bather seeks to extract themselves from the tub, he hops in and licks up the water in the corner near the faucet (this despite the fact that he has his own generous bowl of water refreshed daily). However, the temporary shower plastic to-prevent-further-leaking has cramped his style. Now he waits on the edge of the shower while I shower, meowing his dissatisfaction with the current inadequate accommodations.
Imagine his response when this entire shower is torn out. No doubt he’ll file a complaint with the ASPCA. I am in the process of seeking legal representation.
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