A dialogue at 5:30 in the morning

[truepenny]

ME: Underfoot Cat, why are you in the bathtub?
UNDERFOOT CAT: Because.
ME: What are you doing?
U.C.: Stuff.
ME: It looks to me like you're chasing your own tail.
U.C.: . . . Maybe.
ME: You realize this is a misappropriation of the bathtub.
U.C.: I can't hear you over the sound of how awesome I am.
ME: That's you purring.
U.C.: Same difference.
ME: I could turn the water on.
U.C.: You wouldn't.
ME: . . . Maybe.

Comments

[incandescent.livejournal.com]

Ah cats.

[cassandraterra.livejournal.com]

I had a similar conversation with my cat about gettiing up off my lap. Never did happen. I had to hold it. Casts, man. Cats.

[pixel39.livejournal.com]

The late lamented Striped Cat of Chaos used to just sit in the bathtub and purr, for no reason anyone could discern. Her purr was extremely loud, especially for such a small cat--perhaps she enjoyed the extra volume she got in the bathtub.

[pameladean]

Saffron chases her tail in the hallway, impeding traffic, but she does leave the bathtub alone unless there is a moth in it. Then all bets are off.

P.

[fidelioscabinet.livejournal.com]

At least you've figured out you don't have the upper hand here.

[libskrat]

Mr. Yellyman (unofficial name; real name Lancelot or Don Lanzarote) has taken to chasing his tail on the bed.

While the housemonkeys are trying to sleep in it.

Preferably between 3 and 5 am.

The housemonkeys are discouraging this behavior via a somewhat ungentle foot-shove, but as yet this has not achieved its aim.

[heresluck]

I long to meet the underfoot cat.

Also, I am reading both your "Maybe"s in the tone of Scully's response to "Did you catch the bouquet?" and it is cracking me up.

[desperance.livejournal.com]

My Misha-cat used to jump into the bathtub after I was done, as soon as the last of the water had drained out of it, and chase her tail ecstatically. I figured she liked the residual moisty steam-heat effect.

[emgrasso.livejournal.com]

When my cat is making noise in the bathtub, she is usually playing soccer with a mouse. I also encounter evidence that she has been doing so at night, or when I am way at work.

On a very good day, it is a toy mouse.

On other occasions it will be a dead mouse, a live mouse, or evidence that a mouse was there but has since been eaten by the cat. At least bathtubs are comparatively easy to clean.