I'm not a girl who likes to shower.
Now before you go all "Ew. Gross." and start thinking I enjoying walking around smelling like a dirty old sock - what I mean is, I like to be clean - I just like to get that way by taking a long, hot bath every night.
Steaming water, some bubbles, a good book - it's my daily ritual after a long day at work.
When I lived at home it was a challenge. It didn't matter if I surveyed every person in the household, ensuring that they didn't need the bathroom - 10 minutes in I would hear "Are you done yet?"
When I moved out on my own - I was so excited. Finally - the bathroom all to myself - absolute peace!
And then I brought a certain kitten home.
Everyday for almost five years, I have had my own personal lifeguard at bath time.
He comes in as soon as he hears the water running. He waits until I get in, then he jumps up and sits on the side of the tub.
Mostly he just sits there. If I take my jewelry off and set it on the tub, he'll swat it on the floor (naturally). Occasionally he swats at the bubbles. Sometimes he'll reach in and take a little drink.
He shifts positions several times - facing me - not facing me - facing me - not facing me. Eventually, his tail ends up in the water. He doesn't seem to notice it's in the water until he shifts position again. He stands up, it starts dripping and he looks at it all betrayed, like "how did that get wet?" He jumps on the floor, walks in a circle three times (always three, never more, never less - I've counted) before he catches it, and licks it dry. Then he lays on the bathmat and wait for me to finish.
He does this every. single. time.
And yes - he has fallen in the tub a time or two. I have the scars to prove it.