The kittens were more suspicious of the bubbles. Harris was braver and encountered them first. I put some bubbles on the rim of the tub and he stood on his hind legs and took a swipe at them, getting bubbles on his nose. He made a face and retreated. He did this a couple more times, swatting at the bubbles that landed on the floor long after they'd vanished. I looked over the side of the tub and he gazed back with a bitter expression. Bubbles are lousy toys, according to Harris. Less rewarding than a laser beam.
Toffee was entranced by the bubbles but cautious, staring from a distance with huge, black, dilated pupils. He stood to investigate, balancing delicately with one paw as he took slow practice swings with the other, waving his paw nowhere near the bubbles on the tub rim. He finally made contact and survived. Then he decided to taste them.*
I tried some, too; they tasted very faintly of Philsophy's grapefruit scent. Toffee took quite a few nibbles, swiped bravely at the bubbles that floated in the tub, and quickly grew jaded. Bath bubbles are not fascinating for long, I learned, but I will get a wand and try blowing soap bubbles for the cats one of these days.
I opened the drain. It started glugging loudly; both kittens took off but quickly returned when they heard the shower. They left little wet prints all over the floor.
* Toffee is adventurous in his eating habits. He steals milk from our glasses and eats roses if I'm not careful. He also likes chevre, Gruyère, cheddar, mozzarella, Robiola, and American cheeses, as does Harris. I finally have the makings of a working Cheese Patrol after Wendy and Possum proved to be such disappointments. Toffee is also interested in bread, cookies, and cakes. Researchers claim they have proven that cats can't taste or appreciate sweet things. I say cats are smarter than those researchers. Cats know that, if we swallow that theory, we'll leave more cookies and muffins lying around to be nibbled.