I was getting ready to take my shower this morning, and Little Boy was
crying at me when I started to pull the shower curtain closed. As I stepped
in, he cried even louder.

I pulled the curtain closed all the way, and kept trying to reassure
Little Boy, whose meows were getting frantic.

I heard some rustling, on the end closest to the running water. I looked
down, and saw a pretty nose and a paw. He was reaching for me, so I held
his paw. In fact, I held that paw the entire time I showered. He stopped
crying, but he performed scores of "silent miaows" at me, until I finished
and opend the shower curtain.

Now, there in NO TELLING what evil might have befallen me, had I not held
his paw. There is no telling how MUCH CLEANER I might have been if I could
have used both hands to wash and shampoo.

There is also NO MEASURING the devotion of my sweet teddy bear, who braved
the Evil Running Water so he could protect me. I LOVE my little cuddly boy!

Hugs and Purrs,
Mark