Quarantine means…

…never showering alone.

My roommates think I’m using all the toilet paper so they’re monitoring my bathroom time. Turns out, they’re right.

It’s all fun and games until somebody falls in

Miles has had the sneezes for over a week. Big, spraying, far reaching cat sneezes that insure that most of my house is now covered with tiny snot particles. We’ve been to the v-e-t where he got an antibiotic shot and his symptoms have lessened, but after a big snotty sneeze today, I decided to steam him a bit in the bathroom.

The consistent vet advice for snotty cats is to lock them in the bathroom with you while you take a hot shower. The cat allegedly spends bathroom time breathing deeply so as to clear out those clogged passages.

Miles spent his time yelling at me from behind the shower curtain…until he fell in to the tub.

The very moment that I had soaped up my face, I heard and felt a pump jug of bath gel hit the bottom of the tub along with frantic scrambling noises. I could see just enough to give his booty a boost as Miles frantically tried to pull himself back out. Luckily he was mostly shielded by the curtain.

When I was done and could survey the wet cat damage, I found a soaked tail and flank with wet paws. However Miles had regained his cool and was just chillin’ on the rug hoping this indignity would end in food.

 

Bathroom Companion

Human, do not fret.

From the tub I will guard you.

Poop well and in peace.

Privacy Settings

Privacy is a concept dreamt up by people with neither children nor cats.

I was taking a bath to help Olivia hide out in the bathroom from the latest thunderstorm, and the door didn’t latch so Miles cruised through.

The meow-stache is so angry about the weather.

#Caturday

I must do better.

 

Clearly, I did make a rookie mistake and needed redirection. If I’m going to be honest, I DID opt to take a shower and wash my hair BEFORE I fed Miles his second scoop. There’s no teaching me.

Showering is not the only area where I have failed. My singing needs help as well.

 

Pretty Bird

The body scrub I received as a gift came with what turned out to be an elasticized bow around the box. 

A bow just big enough for a tiny head. 

Who better to model it than Birdie who invades my bathroom space and shower time on a daily basis.  

I am very lovely, no?

 

And extra close.