Friday Catblogging: Tub Cat

Our water was turned off for 5 or 6 hours yesterday because of some sort of water works, uh, work. Since I assume that any project involving the city will take longer than expected, Dr. A filled the bathtub just in case. A wise but unnecessary precaution as they finished ahead of schedule. That never happens here.

Anyway, when I pulled the plug to drain the tub it made a helluva racket causing Oscar and Della to run for the Grampian Hills. (I don’t know where the hell  that is but WC Fields loved to say that and if it’s good enough for him, it’s good enough for me.)  That, in turn, made me think of this old snapshot of Della Street who seems to be lying on a wash cloth or hand towel. Della is big on comfort, y’all:

tub cat