Kittens Clean Up
As of this writing, each of the Siamese kittens has fallen in the bathwater once.
They play in the bathtub a lot, when it's empty -- a beloved kitten game is "Ping-Pong Ball in the Bathtub" -- with a ping-pong ball and your tail you can amuse yourself endlessly, apparently. Hell, with just a tail alone -- it takes Dara about 5 minutes to get down some 30-second stairs, cause he has to stop at every level and chase his tail for a while. But, as I say, they're used to the bathtub, as a play place.
So no wonder they've been fascinated by The Baths. Why humans sit in the bath, and what's going on, they can't figure out. No ping-pong balls are involved, for one thing. So they have to walk around the edge a lot, and meow.
Now, we're not talking a curved-edge tub here; no clawfoot tubs in Bear's Retreat, no, no; we've got a whirlpool tub. Goes nicely in the log room. No, they've got a nice ledge to sit and walk on, from which they can observe the bath in ABSOLUTE safety.
You'd have to be a damn kitten to fall in this bathtub, and as I say, they have each managed it once.
Luckily I was there both times. Dara fell in a few days ago; the water was hot and bubbly and rising. I rescued him, wrapped him up in a towel, and dried him. In his usual fashion, he lay quietly in my arms and received attention gratefully. Then he went around smelling like honeysuckle.
Chanthra fell in the night before last; the water was, as before, hot and rising, though this time it was jasmine scented and full of glitter. Wouldn't you know she'd choose a Lush bath. She got out before I could save her, and ran around the bedroom getting everything wet. I caught her and dried her up some, as well as I could despite her wrestling (she's not as quiescent as her brother), but she got away, and spread glitter all over the house.
Did either of them learn anything from this?
I'm guessing not.
But we're wondering, around here, how is it that the cats have actually managed to survive? How is it possible that they are not long gone the way of the dinosaurs? These cheerful happy joyful kittens, who love us and each other and life in general, are intent on killing themselves. And they're so damn bright, too, that they can think up all sorts of ways. They've discovered various small holes, into which, if they work it right, they can disappear; we're going to end up having to call the fire department to tear down the Historic Landmark to save the naughty Siamese kittens.
Hope they make it through till adulthood, and relative calm.
Maybe they'll be the sort of cats that like baths.
Preferably jasmine-scented, with glitter.
They play in the bathtub a lot, when it's empty -- a beloved kitten game is "Ping-Pong Ball in the Bathtub" -- with a ping-pong ball and your tail you can amuse yourself endlessly, apparently. Hell, with just a tail alone -- it takes Dara about 5 minutes to get down some 30-second stairs, cause he has to stop at every level and chase his tail for a while. But, as I say, they're used to the bathtub, as a play place.
So no wonder they've been fascinated by The Baths. Why humans sit in the bath, and what's going on, they can't figure out. No ping-pong balls are involved, for one thing. So they have to walk around the edge a lot, and meow.
Now, we're not talking a curved-edge tub here; no clawfoot tubs in Bear's Retreat, no, no; we've got a whirlpool tub. Goes nicely in the log room. No, they've got a nice ledge to sit and walk on, from which they can observe the bath in ABSOLUTE safety.
You'd have to be a damn kitten to fall in this bathtub, and as I say, they have each managed it once.
Luckily I was there both times. Dara fell in a few days ago; the water was hot and bubbly and rising. I rescued him, wrapped him up in a towel, and dried him. In his usual fashion, he lay quietly in my arms and received attention gratefully. Then he went around smelling like honeysuckle.
Chanthra fell in the night before last; the water was, as before, hot and rising, though this time it was jasmine scented and full of glitter. Wouldn't you know she'd choose a Lush bath. She got out before I could save her, and ran around the bedroom getting everything wet. I caught her and dried her up some, as well as I could despite her wrestling (she's not as quiescent as her brother), but she got away, and spread glitter all over the house.
Did either of them learn anything from this?
I'm guessing not.
But we're wondering, around here, how is it that the cats have actually managed to survive? How is it possible that they are not long gone the way of the dinosaurs? These cheerful happy joyful kittens, who love us and each other and life in general, are intent on killing themselves. And they're so damn bright, too, that they can think up all sorts of ways. They've discovered various small holes, into which, if they work it right, they can disappear; we're going to end up having to call the fire department to tear down the Historic Landmark to save the naughty Siamese kittens.
Hope they make it through till adulthood, and relative calm.
Maybe they'll be the sort of cats that like baths.
Preferably jasmine-scented, with glitter.
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