The Scary Room

Wow, I pissed Dad off this morning!  I jumped up on the bed, making note of the large, glowing digital "3:46" on the alarm clock over Dad's head on the headboard.  I felt the need for conversation, but I don't think Dad and I were on the same page.  He shushed me once or twice, (like I listen) then rose up, grabbing me under the belly, and sort of tossed me off the side of the bed!  He can be such an A*@hole sometimes!

     Sorry- got sidetracked.  As the title suggests, there's a room in our home that I usually stay out of.  It's kind of scary because I had a bad experience in there a while ago.  Mom and Dad felt the need to give me a bath.  Now, don't get me wrong- I'm the most obsessive groomer I've ever known, so don't think I stink or anything.  As you can see from the photos, I've got a beautiful, shiny coat.  Anyway, they put some hot water in the big white thing at the back of this room, then had the balls to dunk me in it!  They know most of our ilk don't take well to water (right?), and you can imagine my reaction.  In more than eighteen years I've been just fine giving myself a bath, so what the hell was this all about?! 
     Dad had long sleeves on so I wouldn't scratch him, and Mom helped to lather me up.  The rinsing part was actually kind of relaxing, though.  I guess.  Never again.  Okay, it wasn't really THAT bad, but never again.

      So this room is sort of multipurpose, you could say.  Yesterday morning Dad went in there, and just pushed the door, leaving it open a few inches.  I needed an attention fix, so I stuck my head in the room, pushing the door open slightly, and walked in to find Dad sitting on the big white glass chair (the one with the water in it).  I like to rub up against anything I can find, so I brushed my back against the corner of the cabinet that holds up the round thing that catches water, the edge of the opened door, and then the crumpled pants around Dad's ankles.  Human people have some odd habits!  And they laugh and make fun of me when I pee.  Apparently it's funny to watch as I climb into my litterbox (it's one of those covered ones with the swinging door) and turn around with my head sticking out and holding up the door.  I don't get it.  Is that really funnier than you people sitting with your clothes piled around your legs on the floor?