       Corey’s small triangular ears flicked back and forth, as he listened intently for the sound of incoming paw steps.  Not moments ago, he had heard the telltale sounds of his mom preparing a bath, his bath.  Quickly he had gotten up from his toy cars and hid.  Now not daring to breath he waited.
       It had of course occurred to the regressed kitten that his attempts to avoid his bath were futile.  However, his juvenile fears by now far outweighed his common sense.  Giving in to his youthful opinions, he ran and hid under his parent’s bed.
       It wasn’t the first time he had hid he had tried hiding several other times throughout the past month.  However, no matter how hard he tried. He just couldn’t find the perfect hiding spot.  Today however would be different; he had finally found the perfect hiding spot.
       He had tried several other places prior to this evening under his bed the hall closet in his own closet etc.  All of which ended in the same way discovery.  However, this time he felt for sure shed never think to look under their bed.  What better hiding spot than the place you’d be least suspected hiding?
       Corey giggled to himself but soon fell silent when he heard his name being called by his mother.  Footsteps move up the hall and into his room where he hears her calling for him as she searches.  He hears her open then close his closet and then move to the hallway.
Corey watches his mother’s paws approach the hall closet and open the door still calling his name softly.  “Corey are you hiding in here?”
       Corey has too stifle a giggle and freezes when she suddenly moves into her room.  He watches as she slowly moves around the bed and towards the closet.  “Hmm did I hear a little kitten giggling in hear?  I wonder where he could be hiding.”
       She flings open the closet doors crying out, “There you are!”
       Corey stifles another giggle and wiggles a little  unknowingly giving his hiding place way when his tail start twitching back and forth catching his mother’s eye.  Seeing his tail twitch wildly from under her bed she smiles and quietly closes the closet door and turns around headed towards the side of the bed she knows his front will be.  Walking slowly she says aloud “Oh my I thought for sure I’d find that little scamp hiding in the closet.  I wonder where he could be hiding.”
       She suppresses a giggle when she hears another ill repressed giggle sound from under her bed.  Stopping in front of the bed she lays down saying,   “Well I suppose if I can’t find him I can’t give him that bath now can I?”
       Corey can barely contain his excitement when he hears this.  He had finally been able to avoid his bath!  However, his victory was short lived when suddenly his mom’s arms shot under the bed and (softly) snatching him up and pulled him onto the bed where his mom pulled his shirt up and blows a loud raspberry on his sensitive tummy.  Squealing and giggling he squirms on the bed laughing and crying out, “Noooo!”
       “There he is!  I’ve found that naughty little kitten!  Now what should I do with this stinky little guy?  I think bath is just what he needs!” she says between blowing raspberry’s on his belly and tickling him.
       “Noo! *giggles* I-I dun wants a baff!” he cries out.
       His mother picking him up and gives him a big hug and kiss on the cheek before carrying him towards the bathroom.  “Yess you stinky kitten you needs your baffs whether you like it or not.”
       Corey starts whining and squirming trying to free himself from his mother’s grasp.  “Noo I’m nawt tinky!  I dun needs any baffs imma big boy and big boys dun needs baffs!”
       His mom rolls her eyes and stops in front of the bathroom door and says   “Oh really?  Big boys don’t take baths?”
       Corey shakes his head no.
       “Well then I suppose they don’t take bubble baths either then huh?”
       Corey froze and looked at her.  A bubble bath?  Giving him an all knowing smile his mom steps into the bathroom.  To Corey’s joy, the bath tub was indeed filled with blue bubbles.  Forgetting all his inhibitions, he eagerly allows his mom to undress him and help him into the warm water and mass of bubbles that flooded the rest of the tub.
       While he didn’t like taking baths, any cub or kitten loved bubble baths.  Moreover, he LOVED taking bubble baths whenever possible.  Giggling he searches the bubbles for his toys which have been hidden.  One of the things he loved most of all about the bubbles was it did everything searching through the bubbles for his things was fun.  Not only that the bubbles tended to stick to his fur and felt funny especially when they popped.
       His mother sat at the side of the tub watching him with glowing eyes for a few moments before pulling out a cup and his shampoo.  “Ok dear let mommy wash your hair.”
       Taking the cup, she scoops up some water and taking her paw and covering his eyes, she pours the water over his head soaking his head fur.  Corey struggled a bit but fell still after a stern word.  Repeating the process a second time, she then takes the shampoo and scrubs it into his fur.  After shampooing his fur, she rinses it off and then lathers up the rest of his body.
       After she’s finished, she stands up and says “Ok dear I’ll be back in 10min ok?”
       “Otay mommy.”
       “Ok and honey please try not to flood out the bathroom this time?”
       Corey giggles and looks up at her innocently.  The last bubble bath he had gotten a little carried away with his playing and ended up getting the whole bathroom floor wet.  He always got the floor wet but that was the worst he had ever gotten it.  Nodding that he would his mother gave him a mock stern look before leaving.
       Amongst all his bath toys his favorites by far was the whale and a small toy boat.  Practically every time he had a bath, there would always be drama on the high seas.  In his mind, he was on the fishing boat as a great and famous fisherman who was highered by the local fishing village to save them from a man eating sea monster!
       The epic battle between good and evil was always an exciting and adventurous one.  Constant and other dangers were lurking around every corner of the seas.  Jagged rocks out to sea (random bubbles)  islands full of man eating people (the cup his mom used to rinse his head fur)  even other huge monsters lurked the high seas (a rubber ducky).  However, in the end the daring adventurer always was victorious!
       He played for what seemed like hours.  Having fun splashing around as he played out the various epic battles.  Until what seemed much too soon that the bubbles would be all gone.  Corey looked around the now murky lukewarm water of his tub before looking up when the door opens.
        His mom walks in with a towel and stands next to the side of the tub.  “I’m sorry honey mommy’s phone call lasted longer than expected.  Ok lift your arms up so mommy can pick you up.”
       Doing as asked she picks him up, stands him on the toilet, and starts to rub him all over with the soft dry towel.  Corey purrs happily from the feeling of the towel as she dries him off.  After she’s finished with the towel, she breaks out the blow dryer and blow dries his still wet fur and attacks it at the same time with a brush.
       Corey winces as his fur snags on occasion as she tries to tame his wild fur.  It’s nearly 10min later before she’s finished (or rather gave up on) taming his fur.  Picking him up she carries him to his room and lays him down on the bed.  Turning around she picks up a diaper and sets it under him.
       Whining he looks up at her pleadingly “Mommy!  Imma big boy I dun needs a diaper!”
       “I’m sorry honey but because you wet all your trainers and pull ups all you have now are diapers.”  His mother replies as she feeds his tail through the hole in the back and tapes up the diaper.  Corey humphed grumpily as she places puts his onsie on him.
       “Oh Corey it’s not the end of the world.  You won’t be in diapers for much longer I promise.” she says and kisses his nose causing him to giggle a little.
       Lifting him up she carries him to his bed, lays him down, and pulls his covers over him. Sitting down she beeps his nose and then kisses his forehead.  “Ok kiddo time to go nini.”
       Corey yawns and says “Nini mommy.”
       Smiling she says nini back and after giving him another kiss she stands up  turns on his nightlight and exits his room leaving the door cracked.  Snuggling into his covers Corey fades asleep.
