Never a Dull Moment

Oberon had a busy day yesterday. Around noon, he suddenly freaked out at nothing, staring into the air in the middle of the kitchen with an expression of sheer terror, his tail and fur all puffed out so he looked twice his normal size. He wouldn't let either of us come near him for about 15 minutes, then he carefully crept through the kitchen, seemed to discover that nothing was there, and was fine... until last night when we found him VERY amusing and he got thouroughly insulted. I say it was his own fault for falling into the tub....

Hubband was diligently avoiding, erm, DOING his homework and I decided to take a bath before attacking... SOME sort of packing project. Obie loves taking baths with me, in the sense that he balances his girth carefully on the lip of the tub and watches me between naps (his naps, I dont nap in the tub! Really!) to make sure I dont drown. Occasionally, he will sit up, dangle just his front paws into the tub and balance like that while he takes a drink or bats bubbles around with his paws trying to make them run in fear from his mightiness. He tried to take a drink last night (no bubbles...), but apparently either his paws were wet, or the tub was wet, or both, because he overbalanced and tumbled straight into the water.

I had just pulled the plug, and was sitting partially upright, but knew I couldn't grab or help him without risking life and limb from his frantic claws, so I just sat there, shrieking with laughter while he rolled and tumbled trying to get his footing, and finally heaving himself with Herculean effort out of the tub onto the mat, where he sat, crouched and dripping and not quite sure what on EARTH had happened. I jumped out of the tub, grabbed a towel (Hubband's of course, after all, I needed mine shortly!) and began vigorously toweling him off. He enjoyed it for a couple of moments, then I think my continued snorts and giggles and Hubband (who was distracted from his work by the maniacal laughter and anguished yowls) got the better of him and he dashed out the bathroom door and down the stairs....

Only to twist in about 5 different directions when his wet paws hit the tile floor in the foyer. He splatted down (wont have to mop that section of floor...), scrabbled across and finally got paw purchase on the hall carpet where he promptly dashed into the living room to bury his head in a cushion and wait for his butt to dry.

Oh, the days when you wish you could actually GET to your camera without risking life and limb getting around all the boxes while shrieking with laughter....