I had a bath today. I must have charmed my bath attendants. They kept telling me what a good cat I was. Well I know that! I got to have my special unscented body wash and my extra soft wash cloth and my own fluffy towel. It was so luxurious!
Actually, I have a confession to make. Promise me you won’t tell anyone. Not anyone! I don’t like water. Oh, it’s glorious enough to consume, like all yummy things. But would you rub Trout Feast on your skin? Definitely not! Water has this unappealing dampness about it. It causes one to be wet! Truly, my skin crawls just thinking about it. I carried on nevertheless. Dignity is my middle name. Pinky D. Lee. However, a diversion might be just what I need on bath day—a rubber ducky, maybe?