Look, Mom, I hang out in the bathtub, ok? Don't act like it's a big shock to pull back the curtain and see me there. I have things to do here - lots of them. I contemplate life, chase bugs, maybe a nap or two - y'know, impawtant stuff.
It's my house too. I can be in the bathtub if I want. And don't even think about getting me wet! I know you've thought it. I've seen you thinking it.
Good afternoon, furriends! My the Mom came home for lunch today, and we had a chat. About Toby, the Great Orange One, aka the One Who Sometimes Sits On Me.
She agreed with me that I am a very sweet, good, gorgeous kitteh who doesn't get into trouble, but that I could totally wallop Toby if I wanted to. I've done it before - she's seen me do it. Never underestimate us sweet ones. We still have a good measure of bristliness in us when we need it.
Mostly I let Toby act like a silly boy kitteh because it's just easier. He gets sulky and whiny if I don't. But I will keep that glow in the dark butt in line when he needs it!