It’s been a long time since I’ve had company during my bath. Renn was the last cat to spend time next the tub while I was at my ablutions, and before him, of course, my first cat, Tungsten, would accompany me.
But lately, Imogen has taken to lying on the bathmat while I wash. Not only that, but Valkyrie will come in, her curiosity excited by the strange sight of a great container of hot water, and her human lying in it.
The contrast between the cats’ behaviour is obvious. Imo is there to spend time nonchalantly with me; she considers bath-night to be for both species, and washes herself at the same time as I wash myself.
Valk, on the other hand, is fascinated by the water in the tub, the splashing, the drops, the sounds. For her, it is less a social event than a spectacle. She sits on the closed toilet seat, her eyes wide, her ears up and forward.
However they wish to spend their time with me, I am grateful for the company. I missed having a feline presence during bath-time, even if Miss Silky’s casual occupation of the bathmat makes stepping out of the tub a bit problematic for me…
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