Extra Ordinary Comics

When my boy was a kitten we did showertime together for probably eight months. The day he grew up was heartbreaking for me, but I look back on the experience with fondness now.

We had a transparent inner curtain to our shower and he liked to stand on the tub edge between the two curtains while I would shower and watch the water come down. For a little he'd quickly come whenever I was opening the bathroom door, but after some time he figured out that not all bathroom visits are showers.

If he was somewhere else in the apartment when I turned the water on, he would absolutely bolt in, and scream while he was sprinting. Like he was upset I had started while he was in another room. It was really heartwarming for me, it was so cute and his enthusiasm was infectious.

After six or seven months he started growing up and began gradually treating showertime less like recreation and more like an obligation. Started occasionally arriving late and cranky from being woken by me turning on the faucet.

And then one day he didn't come. I knew I'd see that day eventually but it kind of hurt at the time. All in all though, those six months of showertime being his favorite part of the day are memories I really treasure.