We have a large bathroom. We call it The Temple to Hygiene. It has a tub against the wall and a shower area in front of the tub. A glass barrier and door divide all this from the sink and potty area. After I graded my papers, I decided to take a shower. I was having a fine time in there, until out of the corner of my eye, I saw fur. Sitka likes humidity. He was sitting on the far side of the tub, sort of in the corner, watching the water. I startled. When Taku, by the sink, saw what was going on, he started to yowl. Sitka just settled with his hands in his pockets. I don’t know when he got into the shower, but he did not want to get out. And now I want a Sioux name that would not be Dances with Wolves, but Showers with Cats.
(Originally posted June 5, 2015)