When I first got Charlie, the Wonder Cat, there was the usual adjustment period of getting to know each other, the boundaries of the house, the rules of play, etc. I never really knew what to expect him to do during those early days.
Charlie looks like he’s perpetually perplexed, walking around with what we call his “hoo-hoo eyes” - like he’s just been goosed. Frequently, he’ll charge into a room, then look up at the ceiling for a few seconds, then look at you with that “what the hell am I doing?” look on his face. It’s even funnier when you look up at the ceiling to see what he see’s (there’s never anything there) and when you look back at him, he’s looking at you like you’re the one who’s nuts.
Anyway, back in the beginning, I was working my current very early in the morning shift (4am) and, as such, was always pretty out of it during my morning Get-Ready-For-Work routine. On this particular morning, I was not only groggy, but also a little hung over, hanging on to the walls of the shower to keep from falling over. Standing there, with the water pouring down over my closed eyes and puffy face, head reeling, I suddenly sense that there’s somebody in the bathroom with me - very unsettling, since I lived alone at the time.
With that instantaneous flash of the shower scene from Psycho running through my mind, I spin and whip the shower curtain back. Nobody there. Hmmm, more disconcerted and now really dizzy from the activity.
I close the shower curtain and resume my shower activities, but still sense another presence. I begin to shampoo my hair, when something brushes my leg. I leap out of the shower, pulling down the shower curtain and rod with a mighty crash, certain that I’m only moments from a ghastly death.
There, in the shower, standing under the full spray, is Charlie with those hoo-hoo eyes looking at me like I’ve lost my ever-loving-mind. He then proceeds to walk around under the spray to get thoroughly drenched, which makes him look incredibly funny - all skinny, with long hair plastered down all around.
To this day, Charlie takes a shower with me every morning. He insists on being shampooed (with pet shampoo), and must be blow-dried afterwards. I’ve never had a cat before or since that liked water to the extent this one does. He plays in the sink, the tub, the toilet (eewww) - anywhere water is running/standing.