Princess Bubble Ghost

Princess Bubble Ghost

My morning ritual for most of my adult life is to drink tea and spend 30 minutes in a warm bath. This is to wake my brain and body up. A morning person I am not. This is also when I read or catch up on social bruh-hah because who doesn’t hold their phone over the side of the tub these days? (Except Myke.) Today I went fancy with bubbles. Ghost… she is on her towel perch as usual. However, Ghost interprets bath bubbles as a sudden mystical foamy road that magically appears over the water and offers new passage to the other side of the tub. Usually she gives it a few test jabs and seems to decide she should step back. Not always, but she never quite fully commits. This morning? She fully committed. I lost her to the bubbles. Quite instantly, as you might imagine, she levitated right out of the water and was out the door. (Bathroom door is always open a pinch in the morning so I don’t have to listen to frantic mews and clawing at the door by the other two felines. They don’t want to keep me company, they just want to battle for the winner of who was the last one to rub their face on the door and declare ownership of the bathroom.)

Ghost didn’t even grant me a second to document it. (Because Bast love her, a white cat with trendy foam extensions is heeelarreeus.) She is now hiding somewhere manically grooming I’m sure. For my part I am totally awake for a change. Aaaaand looks like I need to drag the mop out. Good-morning!

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Published by Bajema

"They changed the rules of the fairy tale. I'm no longer just the eccentric niece, now I'm the full blown spooky aunt. So come on! Take your best shot Mary Poppins!" I'm sure Julia said that in that one pin heady movie. Or maybe this is just my take on it.