I heard mom and dad whispering behind my back. They were talking of a strategy to bring me to the bathroom. They thought I didn't see or hear them. Remember, I've got dog ears. I also heard dad say that the house smells like a dog. When dad says that, it only means one thing. BATH time. Bath time is my least favorite activity, yep, hate it with a passion. I've never liked baths, even as a puppy. Mom says I must have been a cat in my previous life.
I keep reminding them that due to the drought situation in California, I'm willing to give up my baths to conserve water. They won't hear any of it. If I don't get a bath, I'm not allowed in the bedroom, so they say.
Rub a dub dub, I'm in the tub.
I've got to say, my fur is soft and silky and smells like lavender.