Bathroom patrol

 

Do you all love your bathrooms as we love ours? Something is special about that place, right? I guess it’s the running water. The beauty of sparkling drops fascinated me when I was little. I would sit and watch them running down the walls after Mom took a shower. I have been spending at least one third of the day in the four walls of out bathroom imagining it is a whole kingdom and it’s mine! Pixie is fascinated with water too. She drinks from a tap, she catches water drops with her face and paws, and she lays in the bathtub while Mom washing her face or getting ready for work. But most of all she likes to sit on the side of a bathtub and catch Mom’s feet through the bath foam while Mom is taking a bath. It’s all about the bath here! Is it the same at your place?

Mom is not very good at cleaning my litter box

I am a very clean boy since I remember my self. When I started walking, it was difficult to teach me to use my litter box, because every time I need to go, I needed a new and clean place. So Mom was running around and cleaning all corners of our apartment after me constantly. I just would not go to the litter box. After a month of daily training, her stubbornness overcame me finally and I got used to go to my litter box.

Anyway, calling it litter box is not right, because I would not accept any kind of litter too. The box must be empty, shining clean and I would even prefer it to smell like fragrant soap, and than I might use it.  So I need my box to be cleaned after every time I go there and Mom is not very good at it, you know. Even if she is home and manage to track down all my movements considering this question, she is not always meticulous enough while cleaning it. But it’s a different case with the bathtub. It is easier to clean and it is bigger.

That is why I use bathtub for everything I need: relaxing, playing, bathing and doing my toilet business too. She manages to keep the bathtub clean. But if she is not home for a long time, I still have my litter box as an emergency solution.

P.S. For those who may be interested, I will be moving my stories to my new Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/rosthetravelingcat/. Will be glad to see you all there.

Toilet disaster

The thing is: I love bathrooms. I love to watch the water drops, running down the walls after shower; sometimes I hide in a safe place behind the linen-basket and watch Mom taking shower as well, catching the boldest water squirts and helping the flows to go at the right direction. I love playing in the bathtub now: I can spend an hour there with my toys – a torn former Mom’s hair band for example. And I enjoy bringing my stuff and trying to get in under my litter-box. It’s my safe-place for my treasures.

When I was little, I would bring everything to our bathroom. There was no bathtub, as is common in Asia, and I had a plenty of room to play with plastic bags, with my towel, toys and even a blanket.

But what I loved most in the bathroom those days, was a toilet. Yes-yes, a toilet sink. I was fascinated with it! It was all bright and shining and full of water. I was circling around the toilet seat and tried to touch the water inside the toilet. But it was deep and water was far from the reach of my tiny paws. Even having long legs didn’t help. I could not touch it and it was driving me mad!

For some time Mom even kept the cover closed to protect me. But then I seemed to have passed my obsession with it and she was closing it only when going away.

One day, when she was cooking something what I don’t eat (and don’t understand how Mom and Step-Dad eat it also!), I went to bathroom to play and climbed up to the toilet seat to watch the water. When I saw it, I couldn’t stop the urge to touch it, so I bent forward and stretched my paws as far as I could. And then Mom heard a splash and had to run to save me. Once again. The toilet was very deep for a little kitten and only my nose and ears were above the water.

She took me out, washed with a fragrant soap and dried with my favorite blanket. Then she closed the toilet cover for a long time. This mishap didn’t really changed my attitude to toilets. I was sleeping on the closed cover and trying to catch a moment when it was closed to watch the water. Still, I am far more careful with it since that day. Now, having traveled and after meeting many different toilets, I may say that not all of them are as interesting as the first one. Unfortunately the one we have now wakes up no curiosity in me at all.