I had a most unique experience Monday afternoon. I'm not overly fond of baths, you see, and my Dad's SO has very severe asthma. Well, I love my people, so I'll put up with an occasional bath. I won't let my Dad forget that I don't LIKE 'em, though. Dad's SO suggested that, since there was a problem in the building with the kitchen water pipes (I usually get my baths in the kitchen sink), that he take a shower with me. He wasn't too sure about this, but he decided that he had nothing to lose. He carried me inside, closed the door, got the water running in the bathtub (oh, no, I KNOW what THAT means!), and pulled the curtain across the inside of the tub. Then I heard a click and there was a funny sound. He picked me up and we got into the shower. (Hey! It's RAINING INSIDE! There's a hole in the roof, Dad!) It wasn't half bad (but don't tell HIM that -- he might get ideas). A little ferret shampoo, a quick rinse, half a war-dance, and I found this really cool rubbery thing that pops when you pull on it. I don't know what it's for, but it was sure fun to do, and Dad did his own little war dance. Y'know, I could get to like this shower stuff. But at least I know what that funny sound is. And Dad says people wash like that all the time. Humans! Bear [Posted in FML issue 1478]