Not quite the evil genius she thinks she is…
My younger cat, who is an evil genius, hates water.
Like all cats, you say? Of course.
She also hates hair ties. She thinks they need to die. She has made eradicating them her mission in life. I am not sure why she wants them gone, or if I should worry about it, but there you have it. Hair ties are evil, and she will save the whole world from them.
This means that if I drop a hair tie into a tub full of water, she experiences an existential crisis. She must kill the hair tie, but she has to touch the water to get the hair tie. Hair tie. Water. Hair tie. Water.
For the record, so far she’s figured out that she can’t drink all the water out of the tub and the water is still wet no matter what paw she uses. She has not figured out how to get the hair tie.
The water is winning right now. She is not amused, partly because she really wants the hair tie, and partly because she really hates water.
Which makes yesterday the most awesome episode of self-inflicted torture I have ever seen.
I’d tossed a hair tie in the tub after my bath to amuse her (or me, whatever). She was sitting on the edge of the tub and turned around to yell at me. The water is my fault. She’s sure of that.
She didn’t notice that her tail fell in the tub.
It got soaked.
Eventually, she gave up yelling at me and jumped on the floor.
She immediately froze in place.
There was water on her. Water!
She tried to walk, and the water followed her.
She tried to spin around to find out where the water was coming from, and the water not only followed her, it also suddenly hit her back and head as her tail whipped around and sprayed droplets everywhere. She slowed down, taking one cautious step after another until she completed a full circle.
Source of the water: unknown.
Attempt to walk forward: water dripping on her feet!
Slow motion spin: source of the water still unknown.
Attempt to walk forward: water dripping on her feet!
It took her five minutes to get out of the bathroom. She collapsed in the living room and thumped her tail once, which just got more water on her. She tried to bolt off, realized that wouldn’t work, and went back to step - circle - step - circle.
She spent all night yelling at me, but it was worth it. She bit her tail at one point. That didn’t work out so well for her, either.
It was absolutely worth dealing with her yelling.
Young Equestrian says 21 January 2011
Hi there!
I have nominated you for the Stylish Blogger Award! Feel free to stop by and pick it up at my blog, iRide.
Best,
Young Equestrian
P.S. My kitty also thinks that all hair bands must be annihilated from the face of the planet, so do not fret! Your cat is not certifiably insane.