March 3, 2007...4:43 pm
On the lighter side
I recently decided to try to bathe Emmy. Yes, Emmy is my cat — seen here. She gets stinky sometimes. However, the fact that Emmy is my cat should probably have been my first clue that this
undertaking might not turn out like the idyllic TV commercials that show happily bonded pets and owners together, one lovingly nuzzling the other with fluffy clean whiskers. Nope. This was an all out claws flailing, eyes bulging, mother-hating, scrawny, sopping wet looking, she-devil unbonding experience. You’ve seen the cartoon picture of the cat hanging spread eagled against a screen door? That’s close. Emmy was, of course, the cat. I was the screen door. My whole bathroom has now been well sudsidized and buffed (from me chasing sopping wet cat she-devil around the bathroom trying to get her back in the tub).
Note to self and any readers out there: throw away the cat shampoo.
We have made up now (the she-devil and I). She was under my covers later that same night “making muffins” on my back with her paws and purring away like I was going to be the best batch ever. Cats are forgiving like that.
And, she smelled like light fluffy roses.
5 Comments
March 11, 2007 at 12:12 pm
cute story. i am so glad i have a dog.
March 12, 2007 at 11:37 am
i’ve been tempted… maybe a good dog could guard the tub while i’m bathing the cat.
March 15, 2007 at 5:36 am
hay Dana God made rain! Kick the cat outside! HA! HA! HA!
March 19, 2007 at 7:15 am
I have to agree with Darcy, or better yet, with your chicken herd analogy. God gave ‘em scratchy tongues and no gag reflex for a reason!
I remember when we brought our cat Garf back home from a long trip in the car. He hated to ride (and was a worse driver) so when we got him out of his carrier he was covered in his own urine, smelly and matted. I never thought he would be clean again. Off he went into self-imposed indignant exile and after a few hours back he came, clean, fluffy, and smell free. I can’t imagine the amount of his own urine that he ingested. The point: he got clean.
I can imagine your experience. I’ve bathed a cat before and the old saying about the death of a thousand cuts becomes clear!
March 20, 2007 at 2:08 pm
Cats and I do not get along. I had a cat once…once. The night I got her she peed all over me in my bed. A few months later she decided to crawl behind my huge dresser and not come out. When I tried to coax her out she proceeded to hiss at me, then poop everywhere and roll around in it. I’m not cat expert, but that’s not normal. She DID NOT smell like like fluffy roses!
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