Cat shenanigans

Spike is possibly the dumbest cat I've ever met.

Scenario: I'm in the bath, reading a book. Door's open, since both kits tend to meow plaintively as if they've been abandoned on the side of the road. The side of the bath is wide enough, on the side not next to the wall, for them to sit on, so that's what they're doing.

Spike decides to go for a wander around the edge. He gets half way around the wall side, which is barely five centimetres wide, when the inevitable happens.

He slips and falls into the bath.

Of course, there's the mad scramble out, during which my naked self gets used as leverage for claws (ow) and then there's a dripping kitten tearing out into the living room. Which meant that I had to get out of the bath, dry myself, get a towel and grab afore-mentioned dripping kitten to dry him off and then mop up the water. *rolls eyes*

And just at the exciting point of my book, too.

I love the little monsters, but sometimes, I really do wonder about their brains. They're aptly named - pretty and predatory, but not all that bright. ;)

And speaking of brains, mine is pounding fit to burst, so I'm going to sign out for the evening and hope I can sleep it off without Advil. :(