  Cats In The Tub They're ba-ack! I went to take a shower today, and almost as soon as I turned the water on, Jimmy (my big black & white cat) zipped into the bathroom and jumped up on the rim of the tub (his brother, Stevie, joined him there, eventually, but just for a little bit). They haven't joined me for a shower for a long while now, ever since I gave them both baths a few months ago. Just like old times, Jimmy sat on the ledge and swatted the curtain when I aimed the shower head at him (I could see his shadow behind the curtain), almost falling in at times.
He poked his head in a bunch of times to see what was doing, and he drank water that dripped from my fingertips, with his tongue shooting in and out very quickly... too funny! I have pictures of both of them playing on the edge of the tub (from a while back), but I don't know how to post them here. I should try and figure that out. That reminds me, their previous owner came by to see my Mom last night and she was surprised by how big they'd gotten and how cute they loooked.
She kept calling them by the names she'd given them, which irritated me a bit (she knows they'd been renamed), and she reeked so badly of cigarettes that my eyes were actually burning from being around her. I can't imagine how the cats felt, living in her smoke filled house, especially since they were just kittens then. Nice. 
