cat astrophic

Bobby doesn't like the taste of Palmolive Thermal Spa.

Historically, Bobby has taken pleasure in licking moisture from my shins as I emerge from the shower. Both of us seemed happy with the arrangement. I would disrobe as Bobby observed. Disliking the hiss of the shower Bobby usually withdraws for a short while and squats in the corridor looking slightly displeased. Upon the apparent cessation of my ablute he reappears and licks my shins whilst I see to the rest of me with a towel.

But for the last few days he has been eschewing the traditional shin-lick and prefers jumping up into the bath and drinking directly from the water collected around the plug hole. Perhaps he is thirsty, or drinking from the bath feels more natural to him. I'm, not sure, I do keep a bowl of fresh water out for him and even have a glass of water for him near my bed to stop him drinking from my personal vessel. So fear not, I'm not neglecting his needs.

This morning, though, could begin a different era in his hydration needs. Bobby hates the taste of Palmolive Thermal Spa. After jumping in and having his fill of shower water, he emerged and emitted a long, pitiful semi yowl whilst running his tongue round the inside of his mouth and licking his lips. It really was a very strange noise. This procedure carried on for a couple of minutes after which he gave me a hateful look and went to eat some of his cat-nuts probably to get rid of the taste. Or to wash down the remaining exfoliating micro-beads lodged in his maw.

I shall let you know if he has learned his lesson tomorrow.