Today is a sad day. Bath day. I would try to escape but by the time I’m scooped up and hustled unceremoniously into the bathtub it’s too late. The door is closed and I’m trapped. So I tolerate it. Or I act like I do. Finally I am liberated! I shake off on everything possible and then run outside to rub myself along the balcony floor. And the sliding door. So many days to layer on the perfect scent. And then gone. In an instant. Sigh. The work begins again.