I felt sorry for my roommate Bobaloo yesterday. For some reason unknown to her or us, the human decided that she needed a bath. It is an awful thing when one of us receives a bath. Even though I know that my roommates do not possess the high quality grooming skills that I do, they are quite capable of grooming themselves. But back to the story I heard this awful cry from little Bobaloo in the bathroom. And I could tell she was jumping around a lot. But I didn’t think too much about it. She is an active little thing so lots of jumping is not out of the ordinary. Then the bathroom door opened, and she came charging out. Horror of all horrors she was totally wet. She looked at me with her usual what are you looking at attitude. My other roommate Captain froze in his tracks. He looked at me with a look of what do we do? Then it dawned on both of us at the exact same moment. What if the human decides that we need a bath? I was terrified! I had to run, I had to hide. I know that we probably should have done something to console poor Bobaloo, but at that moment all I could think of was not being bathed. How could I avoid being bathed? And to tell you the truth she isn’t all that nice to me so I just didn’t bother with it. But I’ve decided that I must be very cautious for the next few days, you never know when that pet human of ours might decide it would be fun to give me a bath.