the scent from the bath salts (i dont know what it is, but its pleasant enough) assails me each time i walk near the bathroom, even though its been nearly 20 minutes since the last of the bathwater has gone down the drain.

bear had to check out the water - maybe because it was aqua green, or perhaps because it had been awhile since he last explored the mysterious ways of bathwater. i looked at him over the edge of my book as he dipped a paw in the water, batting at it as if a fish was waiting for him under the surface. he sniffed in my direction and went in search of his food dish. i feel sorry for him; a cat consigned to exploring the mundane things of apartment life.

it is so windy out. i expect it to rain, even eyeing the rainclouds in the distance to see when it might arrive, but instead the wind just blows and blows. i watch the trees whipping back and forth.

it puts me in mind of the upcoming hurricane season. mom and i discuss getting a hurricane supply kit together and wonder if the weather radios are still available at the local publix. i should add some things to the kit for bear. if he were to make his own kit it would comprise of the following:

several bags of chicken and cheese whiska lickin cat treats
normal cat food
bit of leather strap for chewing
a few ponytail holders (he attacks these as prey)
a small blanket for hiding under

maybe he would finally use that cat carrier i spent so much on, but it doesnt seem likely.