the cat sits in the bathroom, for hours on end, directly under the dripping bathtub faucet. he licks at the drops as they fall on his head. he drinks them directly from the faucet. he will not touch his water dish. he prefers the puddle of water on the floor in front of the shower. he sits in the shower, after it's been used. his feet get cold, and wet, and he finds a warm body to jump on and warm himself with.
the dog lays in the bathroom. he watches the bathroom, and whines, when the door is closed. he thinks something extraordinary must go on inside, if he's being excluded. the cat will join him, if he's sad enough, and stare at the door in a longing way. they're obsessed with it.
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