This is how I often take a shower: with an audience of one trying to figure out what I’m doing. Hopper is, by turns, fascinated (movement! sprinkly stuff!) and appalled (he’s covering himself with water! on purpose!). When I’m done, she peers suspiciously into the shower stall and eventually hops in. This gets her delicate little paws wet, so she sort of dances around as if she’s walking on hot coals. A few days later she’s forgotten all about this and we go through the whole routine yet again. With cats, nothing ever gets old.