July 12, 2011

If you give a cat a bath.

We had been kicking around the idea of bathing the cats for a while. I had heard from a friend that regularly bathing her cat resulted in less shedding and fewer hairballs. While these perks did appeal to me on one level, the idea of dunking the cats in water appealed to me on a much more hilarious level.

Of course, being a non-evil pet-owner, I couldn't quite justify the potentially awesome experience.

Until one night, Pooper stunk. Maybe he had just finished living up to his name or maybe his tongue was out of order and he hadn't licked himself clean lately. Either way, the tub experiment became giddily justified.

Dodo has always been drawn to water. If I'm taking a bath, she'll sit on the side and let her tail swing under the water. And despite Pooper pushing her into a running shower several times, she'll still sit on the side to watch the falling water. (Okay, so she either likes water or she is just a pervert.) I figured she would love taking a real bath.

Not so much. However, she didn't struggle as much as she would have if she were in a bath of, say, toenail clippers rather than water.

Pooper pretty much gritted his teeth and turned into a statue. Well, a statue that will patiently wait until you're asleep before exacting his revenge...

While the cats weren't too happy with the ordeal, the kids had a squealingly grand time.

Pooper learned to never slack on his tongue-bathing duties again.

And Dodo learned absolutely nothing at all.


Joshua said...

Hooray for cat-blogging!

Kelli said...

Keep up that kind of talk and this will turn into domestic-dispute-blogging...