It was bound to happen, sooner or later.

So.

My first day of teaching went well today, but left me sore and wiped out from being on my feet for nearly six hours straight. So before bed, I crawled into the tub to read and soak. It wasn't long at all before I heard the telltale signs of approach:

*jingle*
*jingle*
*jingle*
*PLUNK*

I glanced over to see Casperface. He'd brought me his toy (string and stick attached) and dropped it right on the edge of his tub between his front paws, and was peeking over the rim at me, waiting to see if it was time to play.

So I went Fishing For Kitty for a while. There is something brain-bendingly backwards about any sort of fishing when you're the one in the water, dangling a lure over dry land. But soon Casper got bored with this, and hopped up on the rim of the tub himself, wandering back and forth and looking for things to play with. The shower curtain was his favorite. I, meanwhile, returned to my book. Time passed uneventfully...

....and then, he fell in.