The kittens are getting big, and strong, and have Very Definite Opinions on certain subjects.
One of which is: bathtime.
They'd all been showing signs of being past-due for a trip to the kitty laundry: feeling and smelling kinda grubby, scratching more'n usual, and sitting in the laundry tub looking expectant.
So: out to the garage. Laundry-tub faucet in warm-shower mode. Water and puppy&kitten shampoo in dishpan, nicely sudsified. Towel handy. Grab Southmoon. who's sitting there watching me. Into the sink! Um. In? Like, all four legs? Pleeeeease?
Much struggle and some nasty scratches on my right wrist later, Southmoon hasn't exactly been shampooed, but at least she's had a bit of a rinse. Quick towel-off, then it's time to interrupt Huckleberry's nap.
For someone who almost jumped in the shower with me this morning, Huckleberry is remarkably uncooperative. I manage to get a little shampoo on him, and rinse him off... and now I've got nasty scratches on my left wrist.
Having no remaining unscratched wrists, I decide not to argue the point when I pick up Top Hat and she commences struggling.
Well, I guess they're not totally mad at me; a damp Southmoon just came and sat in my lap.
Maybe next time I'll use the bathtub. And maybe leather wrist protectors, or just make sure all claws have been safely trimmed a couple of days ahead of time.
Falconer's gloves, perhaps?
Posted by: Jon | Tuesday, 25 June 2013 at 14:10