Bathtime

Tonight, my husband, Andy, and I gave both our cats a bath. This is not an easy task. If you have ever attempted to bathe a cat, you can sympathize with our mission.

 

Our male cat, Norton, was first up. When Andy first scooped him, poor Norton thought he was about to get some good loving. But panic quickly set in when he found himself locked in the bathroom with both of us. So I sitting on the toilet waiting for my part which is the towel wrap and hold once Andy has completed the bathing part and next thing I know, here comes Norton over the top of Andy's right shoulder. The look on his cute face was shear terror. I quickly jumped to the rescue and disengaged Norton's claws from Andy's upper back and t-shirt and we managed to get him back down into the tub. But of course he wasn't done with his escape plan yet. I must have blinked cause right away he was back up on Andy's shoulder. This time he had such a good grip that one of his claws actually lost its outer cover. (I did a little research after we all settled down from bathtime and it turns out that cats claws are actually designed to do this). We did managed to pin him down long enough to get him lathered up and rinsed. And after a handfull of treats and some wet food for dinner it now it appears that all is forgiven.

 

Einstein, our female cat, on the other hand I think is going to hold a grudge against Andy for a couple of more days. She gives up a little easier in the tub once she is pinned down and now she is making every attempt to lick every part of her body down, which is quite a task for a cat with such a big belly.

 

The best part of bathing the cats though is how much nicer they smell and their fur is so soft for a couple of days.