A few blogs ago, I wrote about Leo almost getting in the hot tub with me. Leo is a boy, a tomcat, he’s big and he’s tough and fearless. He’s only six months old, but he’s huge, a big yellow cat. Tonight, New Year’s Eve, Pip and I cleared the snow and ice that accumulated today and got in the hot tub for a bit before going to our service at the church.
Once again, Leo hung around the edge acting like he wanted to get in, and we decided to help him over the little bit of fear that held him back. I reached out, grabbed him, and slowly submerged him in the warm water. He didn’t love it, but he didn’t hate it either. He didn’t struggle (much), and we let him swim a bit before I got out and took him in the house.
I toweled him off real good and let him down, and he walked a few steps away and then sat down. He was pretty nonchalant about the whole thing. I would never have put Feo his sister in the hot tub. She is dainty and delicate, not much the outdoors type. But I was pretty sure Leo would enjoy himself.
Probably tomorrow he’ll be asking when we can do it again.
