*sigh* Hubby just about died laughing when I told him about this. He said I should post it. Hubby was at work (I only worked the afternoon today). I decided to take a shower. I had just finished lathering up my hair and was rinsing the shampoo off--just humming and zoning out a bit. All of a sudden...something POKES me right on my nekkid butt! I scream bloody murder and jump about six feet in the air. My feet slip upon landing. I thud into the shower wall, but manage to save myself from falling by reaching up and grabbing the showerhead. I frantically scrape the soap out of my eyes and spin around to see a Catahoula chaos demon! Voodoo had sneakily nosed the shower curtain aside, slipped his head in and goosed me on the rump! He had both front paws on the edge of the tub, and I swear he was laughing at me. Mission accomplished, Voodoo sprang away and went galloping off to the living room. Wonderful. I should have gotten another cat.