Life's Little Mysteries

Every morning when I take a shower, the bottles of shampoo are in the middle of the shower by the drain.  Every morning I put them back into the corner where they belong.  The travertine tile is not slippery; there is no real slope.  I test it to see if Mark is playing tricks on me, but he isn't. I finally ask him if he notices the same thing and he says "Betina".  She is our cat.  She is a little Himalayan Persian.  I guess she uses her nose to push the lotions and potions so she can lick up the water underneath the bottles.  I do give her water, but apparently she prefers puddles.  Now every morning I smile when I see the bottles in the middle of the shower.