Tai says that looks like a perfectly reasonable nap position.
Stormlight and Helios would like to offer some other options.
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Ace drew his shower curtains and stepped down on his mat, towel wrapped low around his waist. Just as he moved to tend to his scruff before the mirror, he tripped over something fluffy. Looking down, he saw Helios at his feet, ears flattened, eyes narrowed to slits. “How did you…?”
Helios licked his nose insolently, before bending to lick drops of water off Ace’s feet. He washed one spot assiduously, before hopping in the shower and looking up at the shower head. Then he looked at Ace, tail waving, and back at the shower head.
Helios skittered back out of the immediate direct line of the water, eyeing it with perked ears, then crept back in. He lapped at the water pooling on the floor of the shower, utterly unconcerned about the water beading up and dripping off his long fur. After a few minutes of that, he sat up, still under the spray, and composed himself neatly, all paws together.
“Where’s Summer?” Ace asked the cat, almost half-expecting a response as he seated himself on the rim of the bathtub.
Well, damn. What now?
Hesitantly, he reached down and began to pet Helios. Does he… lather the cat up? Or just let him get wet?
He’s never had a cat that likes water. Nor does he know how Summer grooms her feline friend.
Helios lifted a paw and began to groom it. After a moment of that, he padded away from the spray and shook himself hard, making sure to spatter Ace with as much water as possible. Hopping up to the edge of the bathtub, he balanced himself for a moment, headbutted Ace, and purposefully trotted out of the room.
Ace drew his shower curtains and stepped down on his mat, towel wrapped low around his waist. Just as he moved to tend to his scruff before the mirror, he tripped over something fluffy. Looking down, he saw Helios at his feet, ears flattened, eyes narrowed to slits. “How did you…?”
Helios licked his nose insolently, before bending to lick drops of water off Ace’s feet. He washed one spot assiduously, before hopping in the shower and looking up at the shower head. Then he looked at Ace, tail waving, and back at the shower head.
As Helios lapped at Ace’s toes, the lad instinctively curled them at the weird, sandpaper-y texture, one hand holding up his towel.
Soon, at the blink of an eye, really, the cat had leapt over the rim of the bathtub and settled himself at the bottom of it, looking between Ace and the shower-head almost… expectantly.
Then, after a few moments of hard thinking, it clicked.
“Oh.” Ace muttered underneath his breath, before turning the shower on by twisting the knob like a dial, watching the water sprinkle down onto the kitty in amusement.
Helios skittered back out of the immediate direct line of the water, eyeing it with perked ears, then crept back in. He lapped at the water pooling on the floor of the shower, utterly unconcerned about the water beading up and dripping off his long fur. After a few minutes of that, he sat up, still under the spray, and composed himself neatly, all paws together.
Ace drew his shower curtains and stepped down on his mat, towel wrapped low around his waist. Just as he moved to tend to his scruff before the mirror, he tripped over something fluffy. Looking down, he saw Helios at his feet, ears flattened, eyes narrowed to slits. “How did you…?”
Helios licked his nose insolently, before bending to lick drops of water off Ace’s feet. He washed one spot assiduously, before hopping in the shower and looking up at the shower head. Then he looked at Ace, tail waving, and back at the shower head.
Cats I love you all but no, the fact you can see the bottom of the food bowl (ringed ‘round by kibble that’s been pushed to the sides) does NOT constitute a kibble emergency worthy of you clawing at my butt, winding round me crying piteously, and leading me to the food room.
Helios folded his paws under his white, fluffy breast and stared at the doorframe. There was a sound there. Something made a /sound/ there. He had to know what it was. He was sure if he waited long enough, he would find what made the sound.
It was not a normal sound. It didn’t sound like food, or momma, or shower. It didn’t sound like footsteps or friends. It sounded like — prey.
It kinda smelled like prey too. He wasn’t as sure about that. Sometimes prey smelled strange, like humin things. This didn’t smell like humin things at all; it smelled like the smells that came in when momma opened the door or took him outside.
Sound! His little dark ears swiveled to point right at the sound, and he sniffed and sniffed. He would catch it. The prey would come out, and he would catch it, and give it to momma as a present, because he loved momma.
The miniaturized Nogitsune had narrowly escaped the clutches of the True Alpha’s pack, choosing to use his suddenly small stature to his advantage. He had wandered as far as he could from the school, but there was only so much walking one could do on such small feet.
He found a house that appeared to have a door within a door; he assumed this tiny door was used for some animal. He hoisted himself into the house via the cat flap, scurrying to hide behind the nearest object lest he had been seen.
He mumbled under his breath about cursed humans with their emissary connections as he looked around the foyer to the house. It appeared small and cozy enough. It would do.
More sounds! Helios’ blue eyes were huge and round, fixed to the place with the sound. He flicked an ear sideways when the tiny door moved. He never used the tiny door. He didn’t know it could move that way. The source of the smell came through the tiny door, and he crouched down, nose pointed at the prey.
The prey was stupid and stopped to look around! Helios was smarter than the prey. This was good. He would be able to capture it and give it to momma without destroying it. Pounce!
Sleeptime
Kitty goes visiting.
A bit after his first full-sogging shower. He’s so done with me.