Oops

OK, in Sammy's defense she doesn't ever see me take a bath. I have a huge
shower stall in my bathroom downstairs but no bathtub. Whenever I take a
shower Sammy waits patiently on the rug under the toilet until I'm finished
acting insanely and come out to dry off and pay attention to her again.

Tonight, however, I was feeling a little bad and very cold so I just wanted
to soak in a hot bath. Sammy was preoccupied in the living room busily
killing my slipper. Jessie, who is used to DH taking baths, came into the
bathroom with me and sat on the edge of the tub to keep me company.

Suddenly Sammy realized Mommy was not in the same room with her and was not
paying attention to her. She started running at break-neck speed heading
into the hall, made a 90 degree turn into the bathroom, scrambled two to
three times on the slippery tile before she got her footing, and aimed her
15 pound body at poor little 4 pound Jessie. How dare Jessie take Mommy's
attention away from her precious self! Jessie was due for a little soaking
as a comeuppance!

Jessie watched all this commotion calmly, and at the very last second turned
on the anti-gravity devices in her paws and shot straight up about 3 feet
into the air. Sammy sailed right through the spot that Jessie had occupied
just a fraction of a second before and I could see the horror of her mistake
dawning on her by the expression on her face.

I tried to draw my knees up as high as I could get them, but she still
managed to grab onto my shins in her attempt to climb out of the water as
quickly as possible. Jessie, in the meantime, had turned off the
anti-gravity devices in her paws and had landed on the side of the tub again
in time to hiss-spit directly in Sammy's face as she tried to lunge back out
of the bathtub, causing Sammy to rear back for a second dunking. Jessie
then hopped down and sashayed out of the bathroom with her tail twitching in
amusement.

I finally managed to get a sopping Sammy out of my bath, drained the bloody
water and dried myself off, then spent the next hour chasing Sammy down and
toweling her dry. Jessie didn't help matters by walking by and snickering
at Sammy every time I managed to pin her down for a few seconds of drying.

Hugs,

CatNipped

"CatNipped" wrote in message
...
OK, in Sammy's defense she doesn't ever see me take a bath. I have a huge
shower stall in my bathroom downstairs but no bathtub. Whenever I take a
shower Sammy waits patiently on the rug under the toilet until I'm
finished
acting insanely and come out to dry off and pay attention to her again.

Tonight, however, I was feeling a little bad and very cold so I just
wanted
to soak in a hot bath. Sammy was preoccupied in the living room busily
killing my slipper. Jessie, who is used to DH taking baths, came into the
bathroom with me and sat on the edge of the tub to keep me company.

Suddenly Sammy realized Mommy was not in the same room with her and was
not
paying attention to her. She started running at break-neck speed heading
into the hall, made a 90 degree turn into the bathroom, scrambled two to
three times on the slippery tile before she got her footing, and aimed her
15 pound body at poor little 4 pound Jessie. How dare Jessie take Mommy's
attention away from her precious self! Jessie was due for a little
soaking
as a comeuppance!

Jessie watched all this commotion calmly, and at the very last second
turned
on the anti-gravity devices in her paws and shot straight up about 3 feet
into the air. Sammy sailed right through the spot that Jessie had
occupied
just a fraction of a second before and I could see the horror of her
mistake
dawning on her by the expression on her face.

I tried to draw my knees up as high as I could get them, but she still
managed to grab onto my shins in her attempt to climb out of the water as
quickly as possible. Jessie, in the meantime, had turned off the
anti-gravity devices in her paws and had landed on the side of the tub
again
in time to hiss-spit directly in Sammy's face as she tried to lunge back
out
of the bathtub, causing Sammy to rear back for a second dunking. Jessie
then hopped down and sashayed out of the bathroom with her tail twitching
in
amusement.

I finally managed to get a sopping Sammy out of my bath, drained the
bloody
water and dried myself off, then spent the next hour chasing Sammy down
and
toweling her dry. Jessie didn't help matters by walking by and snickering
at Sammy every time I managed to pin her down for a few seconds of drying.

Hugs,

CatNipped

LOL. Poor Sammy, poor Nip.

CatNipped wrote:

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I finally managed to get a sopping Sammy out of my bath, drained the bloody
water and dried myself off, then spent the next hour chasing Sammy down and
toweling her dry. Jessie didn't help matters by walking by and snickering
at Sammy every time I managed to pin her down for a few seconds of drying.

I was chuckling out loud when DH asked what was so funny. I've
received orders to convey that she was LOL too. What a great story!

Regards and Purrs,
O J

CatNipped wrote:

OK, in Sammy's defense she doesn't ever see me take a bath. I have a
huge shower stall in my bathroom downstairs but no bathtub. Whenever
I take a shower Sammy waits patiently on the rug under the toilet
until I'm finished acting insanely and come out to dry off and pay
attention to her again.

Tonight, however, I was feeling a little bad and very cold so I just
wanted to soak in a hot bath. Sammy was preoccupied in the living
room busily killing my slipper. Jessie, who is used to DH taking
baths, came into the bathroom with me and sat on the edge of the tub
to keep me company.

Suddenly Sammy realized Mommy was not in the same room with her and
was not paying attention to her. She started running at break-neck
speed heading into the hall, made a 90 degree turn into the bathroom,
scrambled two to three times on the slippery tile before she got her
footing, and aimed her 15 pound body at poor little 4 pound Jessie.
How dare Jessie take Mommy's attention away from her precious self!
Jessie was due for a little soaking as a comeuppance!

Jessie watched all this commotion calmly, and at the very last second
turned on the anti-gravity devices in her paws and shot straight up
about 3 feet into the air. Sammy sailed right through the spot that
Jessie had occupied just a fraction of a second before and I could
see the horror of her mistake dawning on her by the expression on her
face.

I tried to draw my knees up as high as I could get them, but she still
managed to grab onto my shins in her attempt to climb out of the
water as quickly as possible. Jessie, in the meantime, had turned
off the anti-gravity devices in her paws and had landed on the side
of the tub again in time to hiss-spit directly in Sammy's face as she
tried to lunge back out of the bathtub, causing Sammy to rear back
for a second dunking. Jessie then hopped down and sashayed out of
the bathroom with her tail twitching in amusement.

I finally managed to get a sopping Sammy out of my bath, drained the
bloody water and dried myself off, then spent the next hour chasing
Sammy down and toweling her dry. Jessie didn't help matters by
walking by and snickering at Sammy every time I managed to pin her
down for a few seconds of drying.

Peaceful hot soak, huh?

See I wouldn't tried toweling her down more than once. I'd let her sit
all wet as punishment for disturbing my bath!

hehehehehehe Sammy meets WATER!!!


Kristi

CatNipped wrote:

OK, in Sammy's defense she doesn't ever see me take a bath.

I could see where this was going after the first sentence. Hehehe. But I
thought MCs liked water?


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CatNipped wrote:
OK, in Sammy's defense she doesn't ever see me take a bath.
CatNipped

"Taking a Bath with Mommy" LOL!

Jill

My Henri RB, always used to slip into the bath behind me,and I'd have to
call Dianne {daughter} to come and get him, I dont use thebath much since I
had my knees done, its a bit hard so I use the shower now, which I never
cared for
and Wilson had always waited for me on the floor towel that I put down,and
contiually banged on the door and when I open it reached in as faras he
could with one paw while hanging on to the side, with the other and slap out
at me , you see when I used the bath I kept the litter trays in the shower
recess so I kept to that at first but it got too much scrubbing it out every
morning before I could shower so I moved the trays to the laundry, now I
know why he tried to slap me out, *that* was his room. He never bothers me
now at shower time Jean.P.


CatNipped wrote in message
...
OK, in Sammy's defense she doesn't ever see me take a bath. I have a huge
shower stall in my bathroom downstairs but no bathtub. Whenever I take a
shower Sammy waits patiently on the rug under the toilet until I'm
finished
acting insanely and come out to dry off and pay attention to her again.

Tonight, however, I was feeling a little bad and very cold so I just
wanted
to soak in a hot bath. Sammy was preoccupied in the living room busily
killing my slipper. Jessie, who is used to DH taking baths, came into the
bathroom with me and sat on the edge of the tub to keep me company.

Suddenly Sammy realized Mommy was not in the same room with her and was
not
paying attention to her. She started running at break-neck speed heading
into the hall, made a 90 degree turn into the bathroom, scrambled two to
three times on the slippery tile before she got her footing, and aimed her
15 pound body at poor little 4 pound Jessie. How dare Jessie take Mommy's
attention away from her precious self! Jessie was due for a little
soaking
as a comeuppance!

Jessie watched all this commotion calmly, and at the very last second
turned
on the anti-gravity devices in her paws and shot straight up about 3 feet
into the air. Sammy sailed right through the spot that Jessie had
occupied
just a fraction of a second before and I could see the horror of her
mistake
dawning on her by the expression on her face.

I tried to draw my knees up as high as I could get them, but she still
managed to grab onto my shins in her attempt to climb out of the water as
quickly as possible. Jessie, in the meantime, had turned off the
anti-gravity devices in her paws and had landed on the side of the tub
again
in time to hiss-spit directly in Sammy's face as she tried to lunge back
out
of the bathtub, causing Sammy to rear back for a second dunking. Jessie
then hopped down and sashayed out of the bathroom with her tail twitching
in
amusement.

I finally managed to get a sopping Sammy out of my bath, drained the
bloody
water and dried myself off, then spent the next hour chasing Sammy down
and
toweling her dry. Jessie didn't help matters by walking by and snickering
at Sammy every time I managed to pin her down for a few seconds of drying.

Hugs,

CatNipped

CatNipped wrote:
OK, in Sammy's defense she doesn't ever see me take a bath. I have a
huge shower stall in my bathroom downstairs but no bathtub. Whenever
I take a shower Sammy waits patiently on the rug under the toilet
until I'm finished acting insanely and come out to dry off and pay
attention to her again.

Tonight, however, I was feeling a little bad and very cold so I just
wanted to soak in a hot bath. Sammy was preoccupied in the living
room busily killing my slipper. Jessie, who is used to DH taking
baths, came into the bathroom with me and sat on the edge of the tub
to keep me company.

Suddenly Sammy realized Mommy was not in the same room with her and
was not paying attention to her. She started running at break-neck
speed heading into the hall, made a 90 degree turn into the bathroom,
scrambled two to three times on the slippery tile before she got her
footing, and aimed her 15 pound body at poor little 4 pound Jessie.
How dare Jessie take Mommy's attention away from her precious self!
Jessie was due for a little soaking as a comeuppance!

Jessie watched all this commotion calmly, and at the very last second
turned on the anti-gravity devices in her paws and shot straight up
about 3 feet into the air. Sammy sailed right through the spot that
Jessie had occupied just a fraction of a second before and I could
see the horror of her mistake dawning on her by the expression on her
face.

I tried to draw my knees up as high as I could get them, but she still
managed to grab onto my shins in her attempt to climb out of the
water as quickly as possible. Jessie, in the meantime, had turned
off the anti-gravity devices in her paws and had landed on the side
of the tub again in time to hiss-spit directly in Sammy's face as she
tried to lunge back out of the bathtub, causing Sammy to rear back
for a second dunking. Jessie then hopped down and sashayed out of
the bathroom with her tail twitching in amusement.

I finally managed to get a sopping Sammy out of my bath, drained the
bloody water and dried myself off, then spent the next hour chasing
Sammy down and toweling her dry. Jessie didn't help matters by
walking by and snickering at Sammy every time I managed to pin her
down for a few seconds of drying.

Hugs,

CatNipped

There's nothing like a nice relaxing soak in the tub. ;-)
--
Adrian (Owned by Snoopy & Bagheera)
A house is not a home, without a cat.

On Sun, 13 Feb 2005 04:13:51 GMT, "CatNipped"
yodeled:

OK, in Sammy's defense she doesn't ever see me take a bath. I have a huge
shower stall in my bathroom downstairs but no bathtub. Whenever I take a
shower Sammy waits patiently on the rug under the toilet until I'm finished
acting insanely and come out to dry off and pay attention to her again.

Tonight, however, I was feeling a little bad and very cold so I just wanted
to soak in a hot bath. Sammy was preoccupied in the living room busily
killing my slipper. Jessie, who is used to DH taking baths, came into the
bathroom with me and sat on the edge of the tub to keep me company.

Suddenly Sammy realized Mommy was not in the same room with her and was not
paying attention to her. She started running at break-neck speed heading
into the hall, made a 90 degree turn into the bathroom, scrambled two to
three times on the slippery tile before she got her footing, and aimed her
15 pound body at poor little 4 pound Jessie. How dare Jessie take Mommy's
attention away from her precious self! Jessie was due for a little soaking
as a comeuppance!

Jessie watched all this commotion calmly, and at the very last second turned
on the anti-gravity devices in her paws and shot straight up about 3 feet
into the air. Sammy sailed right through the spot that Jessie had occupied
just a fraction of a second before and I could see the horror of her mistake
dawning on her by the expression on her face.

I tried to draw my knees up as high as I could get them, but she still
managed to grab onto my shins in her attempt to climb out of the water as
quickly as possible. Jessie, in the meantime, had turned off the
anti-gravity devices in her paws and had landed on the side of the tub again
in time to hiss-spit directly in Sammy's face as she tried to lunge back out
of the bathtub, causing Sammy to rear back for a second dunking. Jessie
then hopped down and sashayed out of the bathroom with her tail twitching in
amusement.

I finally managed to get a sopping Sammy out of my bath, drained the bloody
water and dried myself off, then spent the next hour chasing Sammy down and
toweling her dry. Jessie didn't help matters by walking by and snickering
at Sammy every time I managed to pin her down for a few seconds of drying.

Hugs,

CatNipped


"Film at 11" I wish!


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