Hope seems to feel that if she lies curled up in the bathroom sink she will be as close to the Heavenly Father as she possibly can be. She cannot stay away. I have a very small bathroom sink, and if she just plops her body down into it, it kind of envelops her and insists that she curls up. It doesn’t have a flat bottom, it’s all one gentle curve – which works for her, if she’s in a sleey mood.
She sits on the bathmat, staring up at the sink, trying to decide whether or not to go for it. Once she’s up there, she’s happy and immediately succumbs to the curve-y forces of gravity. But it takes some time to make the move. Not because she is afraid or trepidatious. I think it is because it is difficult when you love something like that. It is hard to accept love of that intensity. She decides to go for it. Up she leaps, into the sink … and she turns … and turns … and turns … her feet sliding on the tile sides, until finally she collapses, head resting on her paws, hidden from view.
I forget sometimes that this love affair with the sink is going on – so I lose track of her in my small apartment – and she seems to have disappeared. I call out, “Hope? Where are you?”
What a stupid question. Of COURSE she is in the sink. She gives me a tired arrogant look from over the side of the sink, like, “Haven’t you caught on yet? I loves me this sink. Mkay?”
Last night I was in the kitchen and I could hear her purrs from within the sink all the way down the hall.
I am not sure why a cold white tile sink would generate such a rapturous response, and I am sure it has something to do with the coolness of it, in these hot dog days of summer, but I like to think there is something more. I like to think that the shape itself pleases Hope. That it is a welcoming circular space, perfect for curling up in, nothing to adjust to, nothing you have to work with … a perfect space for a sleeping cat. I like to think that there is some connection there that makes Hope lie asleep, purring so ferociously that it makes me laugh out loud to hear her. “Uhm … wow Hope. That’s a loud purr. Are you, by any chance, happy right now? Because honestly. That purr is out of control.”
And so I am happy for Hope. And the sink. I’m glad they finally found each other.
I initially read that phrase “hot dog days of summer” as “hotdog days”,kind of like, “hamburger days”. And I didn’t understand what hotdog days were, until I reread it. Now I get it.
its like putting your face against the glass when you’re hot and sweaty from dancing
aaahh, much like the “beet cheek days of high school”…
Ah yes. When one’s head is red and sweaty as a beet, and one wonders why one doesn’t have a boyfriend, it is always good to press one’s face up against the cool tile. I remember it well.
Oh I meant tile! not glass
Snakes, as you know, have a mortal fear of ….
I want to see a photo of you and Hope together–the sink I can do without.
Doug – You are doomed to be disappointed.
As you may recall, I’m not all that fond of cats (the species nor the musical). I have general mistrust of them and really have to go on a cat-by-cat basis. However, I think I kinda love Hope based on your description of her. Oh, and I would have been totally down with Sammy too. Congrats on the new addition!
What is with cats and their love of tubs and sinks? Again, as someone who is a bit uneasy around cats, you can imagine my discomfort when one follows me into the bathroom to frolic whilst I pee. You see, I have that ridiculous British/Catholic modesty thing going on in conjunction with my fear of having exposed nether regions around a thing with sharp claws. It’s not a very fun experience for me.
Curly – I adore that you just said “whilst”.
Also: “the species nor the musical” hahahahahaha
“I think it is because it is difficult when you love something like that. It is hard to accept love of that intensity.”
I seriously can not get enough!
Oh, cats love sinks!! Go to http://www.catsinsinks.com to see tons of pictures of cats in sinks. It’s hilarious.
I am telling you that the internet will offer you anything you are looking for. Pictures of Hitler cats? You got it! Cats in sinks!? A whole website! Add Hope to the pix!! She’ll be famous!
xoxo
Kerry – Oh my God – that site is HYSTERICAL!!!!
Isn’t it brilliant!?
Thank you so much for the pictures! She is soooooo pretty. I want one, oh you are making me want one so bad. I miss Savannah. :-(