Yesterday, hubby and I “tried” to enjoy some relaxing time in the spa, but our two little mongrels HAD to join in. We spent the better part of our bath trying to stop them from jumping in the tub and getting soaked. Not a very relaxing experience! They’re only curious kittens, they don’t know any better. This morning, I found both of them going crazy, running around and fighting in the spa… The sound of little claws scratching away at the fiberglass surface gave it away. I even found a little turd nugget in there (Angel must’ve gotten so excited that I guess she just “let go” of a pebble). I wasn’t very happy with this whole incident (scratched tub and the prospect of having potential future “bathtub bombers” that use the tub instead of the litterbox) so I decided to indirectly teach them the lesson of staying away from the spa. I filled it up with about an inch or two of water and left it to sit there all day. First victim; Mia! The little brat decided to venture in the tub… All I heard was **THUD SPLASH** I rushed over to the bathroom to find a very startled and wet kitty, glaring at me, utterly insulted by the soaking. She hasn’t attempted another excursion since. Then… After dinner, a rather frisky Angel trotted over to the bathroom… **THUD SPLASH** I rushed over to the cries of a very spooked and soaked kitten, clutching at the shower curtain. Her little ego was so bruised that she quickly dried herself off with a hasty tongue, climbed up the kitty gym and promptly went back to sleep. No “after-dinner crazies” today… Both of them are totally knackered out! It was a non-threatening, non-dangerous way of teaching them a very good lesson… Stay out of the spa!