Tuesday, January 10, 2006

Oskar's bathtub blues

If you're our cat, the home of anxiety and self-pity is the bathtub in our apartment. For the rest of us, it's the home of relaxation and scrubbing. But the bathtub is where our cat goes when it's time to yowl and cry over everything that it never got in its young life, every missed opportunity and lost toy mouse. Like Neely O' Hara smashing her dressing room mirror and crying out her own name in a fit of booze-addled despair, so Oskar launches his body into the tub and rakes his claws against the cold ceramic surfaces. Why does our bathtub outrage the cat? We keep it clean.

Geez.

4 comments:

schmutzie said...

My favourite part is when he starts hurling himself from end to end, making loud knocking sounds as he pounds his joints into the tub surround.

Lynn said...

I always yowl in the bathtub.

Victoria Winters said...

Weird.

My cat likes to drink out the faucet in our bathtub.

willow said...

Oh my God, What are the chances that I just finished that book 2 nights ago? I've been walking around traumatized, and have no one to discuss it with.