The Betrayal Of “Bella Showwwer”

There were many injustices in my life. But none worse than bath time.

It always started the same way.

You’d smile sweetly and say, “Bella showwwer…”

I knew immediately…..Betrayal.

The moment I heard those words — or worse, saw the towel — vanish time…. I became unfindable. I ran and hid and tried to master invisibility.

Closets were my favorite. Under your clothes, deep in the corners, where no one could reach me. Sometimes I wedged myself so perfectly into a corner that I questioned whether I even had bones.

Finding me became a game.
I was winning.

Eventually, of course, I was caught.

And there I was shivering & deeply offended — being carried to my bath. A princess bath, mind you, which required two people.

One to hold me. One to survive me.

I endured it with dignity with a lot of dramatic looks… and finally oh it ended… Thank God!

Towel. Warmth. Hair dryer. Comfort.

And that’s when it started…Zoomies.

Not the happy zoomies.
I’m-mad-and-you’ll-pay-for-this zoomies.

I dashed and circled the house like a storm…bounced off the furniture.

I looked back at you just long enough to make sure you were watching. This was my revenge.

And you? You laughed. Every time. I knew you waited for it. I knew you loved it. And somehow, that made the whole terrible experience worth it.

I forgave you.

Eventually.