Emmy's human has odd bathing preferences

There's obviously little Miss Emmy can do about this . . . she has tried on numerous occasions (in fact, numerous times DAILY) to demonstrate the beauty of the tongue-bath.  Is there nothing more elegant than a long extension of one's hind leg as you tongue-stroke, stroke, stroke upwards to your toes?

Correct.  You understand what I mean.

Yet, this human continues to splash about in a big watering dish, making use of that liquid which is only useful for lapping delicately from a bowl (preferably cut crystal), and only on rare occasions IMHO.

Now she comes home with these photos, extolling the WONDER of this contraption.

This monstrosity sits on a deck hanging off the edge of a steep cliff and is open on three sides.

Now.  Really.  Miss Emmy is really all for Bathing With an Audience.  She does so DAILY.

But this location offers scant opportunity for admirers to view the production.  It really only offers the opportunity for the bather to lie back in that tub full of water and stare out.  

At.  This.

I mean, who would want to do a thing like THAT?

I have to say that Full Blame must be placed on the shoulders of that Individual of Very Bad Influence, Missy Gayle.

Missy Gayle

You can see just by looking at her what a devious individual she is!

She's another one of those incomprehensible females who has chosen to Keep a Husband.  

(As everyone knows well, the most sensible female behavior is to have many husbands and have them often -- and then send them yowling on their way over the back fence.  I mean, how else are we to manage our time-honored mandate of overtaking the world with many many many kittens?)

So, if any of the Full Blame is to be shared, we must slap it (perhaps with a bit of claw) on the shoulders of the male who constructed this monstrosity -- which appears to be directly responsible for driving my Human nearly bonkers with imbecilic envy.

This entire episode has so stressed my system that I've had to retire to my abode under the bed.  I have curled myself into a tight ball and have wrapped my tail around my nose.  

I realize it has been nearly a year since I've had a single thing to say here, and it may be another year before I get over my snit.

Ah me.  What a world.