Curiosity Didn't Kill the Cat, But it Got Him Really, Really Wet.

As I have never owned a cat before, I was unaware of their fascination with sinks and running water.  Phoenix jumps in the sink at any chance he gets- whether I'm brushing my teeth or doing the dishes.  Last night, his interest was piqued by the bathtub.

It is actually kind of funny to watch him watch the tub.  I'm not sure if it's the bubbles, the running water from the faucet, or the sound of water going down the drain that he loves, but he will literally sit there and stare at the water through my entire bath, the draining of the tub, and while bubbles are still clinging to the tub surface after the water is gone.  Maybe I should drain a tub full of sudsy water before bedtime to avoid his nightly kitty crazies (see future post). 

The other day I was running a bath after my workout, and Phoenix was, as usual, hanging out on the tub ledge.  I was messing around on the computer when all of a sudden I heard a thunk/splash/meow.  Phoenix came hauling ass out of the bathroom, only to jump his wet butt onto my lap.  It's funny- now that he's getting used to his new home he's been a lot more independent and not as apt to crawl on my lap for a nap, until he is soaking wet and scared from his near-death experience with the bathtub.  Thanks, dude.

Surprisingly, this impromptu swimming lesson hasn't deterred him from camping out on the ledge when the bath water is going, so he probably didn't learn his lesson.  It's only a matter of time before it happens again, but next time I'll be prepared with a towel or something.  I at least learned MY lesson that wet cat + post workout = really smelly situation.

This was taken earlier that night.  He's my new personal trainer.