So, I’m on the tail end of an evil cold that has been reeking havoc in most parts of my day-to-day life. I decided today that I need to get back into my creative side. I haven’t been writing, or doing anything artistic. The closest thing I’ve come to doing so is writing in this journal thing for my sister, and occasionally putting something up here.

After making that decision, I made preparations to hop in the shower. I figured a nice warm shower would be a great way to feel refreshed and in good spirits to write or whatever.

I was not wrong, but there was one thing I did differently than normal that made the whole thing just that much more interesting.

I left the bathroom door open.

Now, no worries, I am a tad on the weird side. I locked both the door knob and the bolt lock on the apartment door as if someone is going to walk in on me while I’m showering or something. I left the bathroom door open just a little, without realizing it. The next thing I knew, I could hear Ziva walking in the room, then having a freak out and skittering back through the door, hitting the walls in the process into my room where she would call out pathetically as if she thought I was being tortured or something.

I could hear her do this a handful of times, the start of the skittering potentially getting closer and closer to the shower. Finally, I glanced down and saw her little black nose between the wall and the curtain. I could see her sniffing, and sniffing, and sniffing, till she sent herself into a series of sneezes. She then proceeded to skitter back out of the room, sneeze some more on my bed, then call out pathetically for a little while.

The next thing I know, she hasn’t just slowly made her way back into the bathroom. No. In fact, she galloped back in to the room and slid to a halt with her whole upper body past the curtain as if she’d slid with her butt on the floor and her two front paws holding her up. She looked around, leaning forward and back as she fluctuated between brave and wary, then sauntered off when I accidentally splashed water in her direction.

She came up to the shower once more, this time reaching in as if she was either trying to attack the water, pull me out to safety, or some combination of both.

The last thing she did was gallop back into the room as if she’d decided she couldn’t stand it anymore! She bulldozed into the room, slid past the shower, plowed her way into the shower just enough to reach me, and bit my ankle.

That’s right. She bit my ankle and acted like she was trying to drag me out.

Once I turned off the shower, she let go of my ankle and started looking around as if she was confused. She then looked up at me, blinked a couple of times, realized she was wet, sat down, and meowed pathetically at me. She was far happier once I’d wrapped her up in my towel and dried her off.

I do believe the Dark Empress of All has learned something new today.