So far, so good
Even though he has already caused me to do things that are against my personal code of ethics, such as get up before dawn to take brisk walks (Dude, 5:15 is fucking early as far as I'm concerned) and go to the store in my workout clothes (post weekly Pilates
All told, bathing a dog is much easier than bathing a cat. Easier than bathing our cat, anyway. Bathing Kitters is sort of like trying to wrap a jackhammer up in a towel--it never stops moving, and you just have to hope it doesn't nail you with the pointy part. Indy did well, and got to have a nice walk after, and had some weird, runny medicine that he ate on bread after I nearly spilled it all on the floor.
Once Indy was out of the tub and back downstairs, Kitters came into the bathroom to investigate. "Ah," he was clearly saying, "you subjected the New One to the nefarious water torture chamber. As it should be, Pinky, as it should be. Carry on."
Reading: Stop Dressing Your Six-Year-Old Like a Skank (and other words of delicate Southern wisdom) by Celia Rivenbark
Playing: a copy of the mix CD I made for my dear friend Heather Feather
Possibly the best Discovery Channel commercial ever (and they've had some good ones):
I never dreamed of bathing a cat.
ReplyDeleteIt's not exactly the stuff of dreams, especially when the reason the cat needs a bath is a poo explosion :P
ReplyDeleteyou know, our dogs all hated the liquid medicine. mom ended up wearing it a few times. the pills they liked, though. i think it was being covered in peanut butter that made them so popular.
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