A Tail of the Tub

Sometimes, cat behaviour defies my understanding. I find especially odd those strange lapses in everyday actions that occur once and never again. Submitted for your consideration: Josie in the bathtub a few days ago.

My Chubs had looked into the tub a couple times that evening, as if she were seeing or smelling something unique. Then I found her in the tub. At first, I thought that she was interested in the odours left behind by Renn’s periodic wetting. But Josie was sniffing about at the high end, rather than the low, where my big boy had committed his misdeeds. Further more, she seemed more intrigued by the inside of the shower-curtain than the tub itself.

I suppose the deposits of hard-water may have been of an interestingly tasty nature, but the Great White had been apathetic toward the tub until now. She never showed up on bath-nights, didn’t care about running water. And she has not been in the tub since the incident recorded here.

It will, I suspect, become simply ‘one of those things’ that cats do now and then, one that Josie would deny doing, if confronted with its commission years from now. All I will be able to do is show her these photographs as evidence of the evening when she was a tail of the tub.