As usual on Saturdays, it was bath-night this past weekend, Renn’s favourite time of the week. Plus, it was movie-night, when he likes to lie beside me on the couch in the back parlour and snooze while I eat popcorn and watch a film. But come bath-time, he’s a very happy cat.
This night, Tungsten came in to wait for the tub to fill. She does that about half the time, joining Renn on the bath-mat. She doesn’t mind Renn lying right against her, which I’m glad to see. This time, after Renn’s big form was making the little orange one lie at a bit of an angle, Tungsten curled up for some sleep. She rested her head on my big boy’s foreleg, which she’s never done before; perhaps she felt there was no other space. But there Renn lie, seemingly pinned while Tungsten lie on his leg. I chuckled and asked him how he liked it, having a cat so comfortable on him that he didn’t feel he should move. The cat was on the other foot this time. In fact, Renn did not stir until Tungsten did, changing her position.
By then, Tucker had come in and made the count three on the mat. He didn’t lie very close to the other two, but about six inches away, which is not bad. Tungsten was already relaxed and snoozing, otherwise she may have had something to say about the roly poly’s presence. All three stayed like that until I’d finished my bath. Josie, my loner, remained elsewhere.
When it came time to get out of the tub, I was reminded that I must get a second bath-mat. This one can be for me...