I heard Joel screech a high-pitched scream followed by a noise that sounded like laughter and, if this is possible, giggling. He was in the bathroom and I had no idea what to make of what was happening. Sylvia stayed by my side as I tried to locate Martina and Clarice. I could only assume that they were at the bottom—literally speaking—of what was happening in the downstairs bathroom.
I could hear their squeals in some muffled place beyond the door and assumed they were all tangled in the rug.
I knocked on the door, “Are you okay in there? Do you need anything?”
The only comment I got back was more laughing, a lot of “Stop that now. No, no, no. Okay, this isn’t funny,” in Joel’ deep southern drawl.
We waited until Joel came out holding the kittens in his hands.
“What happened?”
“I wish I had a camera for this.”
“For what?”
“Well, Martina and Clarice joined me in the bathroom.”
“We figured that out. Are you okay?”
“Oh, yeah. I was sitting down, you know?”
I indicated that I understood.
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I had the blessed joy of living with Anastasia and Zoë first. Martha and Sylvia joined them later. After Anastasia had died, Joel brought up Glowy from Virginia. Glowy was my stepdaughter’s (Lauren) kitty. Zoë, then Glowy, then Martha met their heavenly rewards, as they say. And here we were with Sylvia, Martina, and Clarice.
There is no privacy with pets and I’m fine with that. Someone is always with me watching and smacking or licking me. I love this, their trying to understand why I do these things in ways that are different from how they do things. I wonder if they think I am playing some sort of game. Well, except for the baths and hair drying. Mimi knows about this first-hand, but that’s a different story.
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“Well,” he said, holding the little culprits in his hand, wiggling and chewing on his fingers, “they started wrestling.” On cue, they began wrestling again. “Then they both jumped on me. On my leg.” It seemed that they no longer had to crawl up things. “Then, picture this, they both jumped in my boxer shorts and have been wrestling in there this entire time.”
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Tune in next time. Until then, the Tribe and I wish you love, joy, and health. We hope you consider: Are you the rescuer or the rescued?
So funny! Cats and their humans in the bathroom, something that will never make sense to us, but seems universal. I had a neighbor who complained that her one cat would only ever sit in her lap when she was on the toilet. Great story!!
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