*Not actually Chorus.
So between Friday night and Saturday morning, Prairie City got a not-insignificant amount of snow fall, which necessitated much shovelling on Saturday morning. WH had a rehearsal, so I donned my big coat and my boots and my mitts and my scarf and my toque and headed out. I was grateful that the weather was not cold, quite beautiful in fact, and I had a nice time shovelling our sidewalks, and our neighbour's front walk, and half the front walk of the duplex on the other side.
(At the same time, on the other side of the street, our ancient neighbour pushed his snowblower up and down the length of the block in a quiet and easy manner. I found this HIGHLY annoying.)
When I woke up on Sunday morning, I was understandably sore in the mid-back and arms. As the day went on, the sore got worse. So by the time I was beginning to think about bed last night, a bath seemed like a nice way to get the muscles to relax. So I filled the tub, applied a liberal dose of bubbles, and sunk in. Lovely!
It didn't take very long before I was joined by Mama Cat and Baby Cat. Mama Cat is always highly suspicious of baths, and will watch from the back of the toilet or from in the sink. Occasionally, she'll lean over and sniff to make sure I'm not drowning. Baby Cat, on the other hand, leaps right up on the side of the tub for a front row seat. And when she's not playing with the bubbles, she eats the bubbles. "Yum! Soap!"
Baby Cat = Not a genius. And the more bubbles she eats, the less likely she is to ever become a genius, I figure.
(At the same time, on the other side of the street, our ancient neighbour pushed his snowblower up and down the length of the block in a quiet and easy manner. I found this HIGHLY annoying.)
When I woke up on Sunday morning, I was understandably sore in the mid-back and arms. As the day went on, the sore got worse. So by the time I was beginning to think about bed last night, a bath seemed like a nice way to get the muscles to relax. So I filled the tub, applied a liberal dose of bubbles, and sunk in. Lovely!
It didn't take very long before I was joined by Mama Cat and Baby Cat. Mama Cat is always highly suspicious of baths, and will watch from the back of the toilet or from in the sink. Occasionally, she'll lean over and sniff to make sure I'm not drowning. Baby Cat, on the other hand, leaps right up on the side of the tub for a front row seat. And when she's not playing with the bubbles, she eats the bubbles. "Yum! Soap!"
Baby Cat = Not a genius. And the more bubbles she eats, the less likely she is to ever become a genius, I figure.
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I wish to be on record as altogether in favour of nice clean Chorusus
"To the skirl of pipes vibrating in the boiler room below,
I sing a pot pourri of all the songs I used to know,
And the water thunders in and gurgles down the overflow,
In the bath,
In the bath"
Ah, but has Baby Cat had her first experience with falling into the tub yet?
She hasn't... but it will be a sad and messy day when she does.
Ahh, there's nothing funnier than cats who are fascinated by baths. Sounds so relaxing!
Last night after our marathon Palm Sunday I was wishing and wishing we had a hot tub!!
Our little girl kitty loves bubble baths. She swats at the bubbles with her paw and then licks her paw clean.
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