I’ve got a huge old-fashioned bathtub – like a claw-foot in size and shape, but on a pedestal base. The kittens have gotten very good at getting themselves over the smooth, rounded edge, and love to chase each other around in it (think short track speed skating).
Last night I decided to take a bath, complete with masses of fragrant bubbles. Jez was first to check things out; she got up on the rim without going over (well, aside from one paw, which she flicked dry). Zeb was unable to – he could get his front paws up, and kind of scrabbled with this back paws, but the “to the top but not over” allowance for error is very small, so after a couple of tries he just sat there and watched his sister. Jez gingerly batted at the bubbles, but quickly realized they weren’t going to support her weight. She did a few laps of the full circuit of the tub without mishap, though she eventually lost traction with her back feet and slipped partway in, getting her tail, rear legs, and butt rather damp, but scrambling out without needing my help. I was cracking up, Zeb was totally “dude! What did you do?” – and Jez did a full-tilt haughty “I meant to do that” harrumph as she stalked off.