Eleanor and Oliver have never had baths. Fuzzbomb has had one, just one, and she never forgave Chris. She used to sleep on Chris' bed, and now she avoids him. She averts her eyes, and walks around him.
Henry (my baby) has had two, both times because he had something on him, once bubble juice, once orange oil. It takes two people to bathe Henry, one to hold him and the other to soap him and rinse him. He yowls as if he is being tortured, and tries to climb out of the bathtub, or up your arms, or anything else handy. As Gauguin says, flesh is just a ladder.
Bathing cats is not something to be done lightly. If your cat is dirty, hey. It's not hurting anything. If your car yowled and tried to climb your arms, would you wash it? I think not. |
