One of my cats had kittens a few years ago, and we kept one of them. He was the sweetest little thing. He was funny, too. He would lie on a bed and attack the top comforter, and roll around and around with it until he fell off the bed. He also walked funny. He was a fat little kitten.

He was a water cat, too. After you had taken a shower, he would come in and tiptoe around on the wet floor of the bathtub, flicking the water off his feet at each step. Sometimes, if one of us had taken a bath, we'd let all but a little water out of the tub, and let him play around in that. The water fascinated him. It worried his mother, though. She hates water. She would come in and stay clear of the tub, but put her paws on the edge and watch him.

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