Chat au bain

First posted April 2008

Every night the boys have a bath.  One son goes in, followed by the other and finally Fester.   

As they all bath each night they never get particularly dirty, and neither does the water.   

The bath gets topped up with hot each time.

Tonight Number One son decided to have his bath quite early so it was left unattended for quite some time.  After drying his hair, he went downstairs.  Number Two was on the computer in the office.  Fester and I were lying on the bed watching Top Gear.

Suddenly there was a great KER-SPLOOSH.

“Hippo” said Fester.

Thinking Number Two might have slipped and fallen getting into the bath I went to look.    

The bath was strangely empty save a rubber duck, turtle and Noo-noo (from a Teletubbies bubble bath) floating in the water.

I looked over the banister in case Number One had dropped something into the downstairs loo.  But he was sat on it contentedly doing what he had to do.

Then I noticed small damp patches and a very bedraggled Kitty on the landing.

I managed to make it back to the bedroom before doubling up with laughter shrieking “It was the cat” and falling on the bed.

We worked out that she must have tried to jump from the side of the bath onto the windowsill to attack the duck, failed to get purchase on the tiles and fallen in. 

Either that or the duck, turtle and Noo-noo ganged up on her and threw her in.

Maybe that will break her habit of sitting on the side of the bath and licking my eyebrows when I’m trying to have a relaxing soak (she is a seriously weird cat)

As Fester said when he recovered

“That cat’s good value!”