Yup, the tub.

I’ve been super sick for four or five days now. Some virus type thing that acts out as a severe cold with flu type symptoms mixed in.

The other day the entire household went camping, minus me as I was far too sick. So I lounged around the house enjoying the silence and finally decided to take a nice long bath.

Being that no one else was home the kittens, Bailey and Jag, quickly became bored and decided to join me by sitting on the side of the tub.

The bath tub in the master bedroom is gigantic with room for toiletries all around, so letting them sit there while I bathed wasn’t an issue.

At first they were content to just sit and watch the soap bubbles swirl around on top of the water.. but then they got curious.

Tiny little paws started dipping into the water, being drawn back out to shake water droplets every-which-a-way, then back down into the water again to repeat the process.

It’s a game Boboe plays and one which I’m familiar and okay with, so I let them be and set to ‘work’ shaving my legs.

Bailey kept up with his game of dunk and splatter but from the corner of my eye I saw a tiny striped body inching closer to the water.

I kept shaving my legs, not thinking for a million years Jag would be stupid enough to inch so far that he’d fall in but low and behold a short time-span later I heard a splash and saw a tiny dark blob swimming frantically in my bath water!

I quickly reached in with my free hand, scooped him up and out of the tub and watched as he zoomed out of the room sopping wet laughing and choking (I’m sick remember?) until tears came out of my eyes.

Needless to say it’s become quite apparent that Boboe is, without a doubt, their father.

What is it with cats around this house that require them to always invade my bath time?