I think my human may have waterboarded me today... I'm not certain what waterboarding is, but it was full of water and terror.
My human placed me in a shallow pool of warm water and began to smear it all over me, until I could even feel it on my skin under my fur.
I yelled and yelled in my deepest voice, but she didn't care. It was an excellent, booming basso profundo if you ask me. The other cats heard it and leered at me. Mackie sat on the toilet and watched, and Ziva kept sticking her head over the basin to harass me. What a harlot.
After minutes that seemed like days, my human hauled me out of the basin and wrapped me in soft towels. I reverted back to my higher pitched yowling.
I was wet, so wet. It took hours of licking and sunbathing to make things right again.
The neighbor across the street was very kind to me. He came and asked my human if I was alright, because my cries were so loud that he could hear them across the street. He also asked if I was Siamese. He is my hero.
