“Something weird happened,” he informed me.
This is always my favorite entrée to conversation.
“I went for a long run and decided to take a bath,” he continued. “The Blue Cat was sitting on the bench while the tub filled, and Bindi was walking around the edge.”
I should stop here and note that the fact Pythagoras refers to “The Blue Cat” as though it’s his royal title instead of “Blue Cat,” which is our pet’s actual name, is one of many things I find adorable about my spouse.
I should also give you a couple visuals so this story makes more sense.
This is the bathtub with the small bench where Blue Cat likes to sit. When the water level rises, he usually gets annoyed and leaves before he gets wet. And these are the four-legged players in this little drama, Blue Cat and Bindi. If you aren't sure who's who, you might want to stop reading here.
All clear? Let’s continue.
So Pythagoras shucked his clothes (sorry, no photos) and lay down in the bath. The tub continued filling, the dog continued her circuit around the edge, and Blue Cat kept a wary eye on the proceedings.
Suddenly, the dog slipped.
“She started scrambling around, but couldn’t get a grip on anything,” Pythagoras said.
Down she went, splashing into the water as my husband dodged the flailing paws.
But his escape was short-lived.
“The dog panicked and lunged for the bench, probably thinking she could climb out there.”
It would have been a good plan if Blue Cat weren’t in the way. Before anyone could register what was happening, the dog slid back into the tub, dragging the cat with her.
This time, Pythagoras wasn’t so lucky.
“The cat landed on my chest, and the dog landed on top of the cat,” he said.
By then, no one was happy about being in the bathtub.
The whole time my husband was telling this story, I kept alternating between trying not to laugh while wondering whether he'd lost any important appendages in the melee.
“Are you OK?” I asked.
At least that’s what I tried to ask. I might have been laughing too hard to form the words.
“I’m fine,” he said. “The Blue Cat ran up my chest and into the closet. Bindi got out on her own, and I only got a few claw marks.”
“I’m sorry I missed it,” I said.
“You would have blogged about it.”
Oh, I can still blog about it.
And better yet, I didn't have the misfortune of being in the bathtub with them. How’s that for a perk of solo travel?