In my Cat’s Head

This is what I think goes through my Cat’s head every morning as she watches me shower from the safety of the window sill.

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AGAIN?  Really?  You know, I would be happy to bathe you each day!  Really!  You do not have to do this to yourself.  It smacks of sadomasochistic tendencies.  It is not necessary to get into that volcanic avalanche of water. ::shudder::  Sigh.  But I shall sit here.  I shall watch you carefully.  And at the first sign of melting or hysterical screaming, I shall run and get daddy.  Because I love you.

P.S. I So deserve a treat for guardian duty.