The other day Andy and I noticed that Cleo had what looked like really bad dander on her back near her but, so I told her that if she did not clean it before I got home from work I would have to do it myself. She decided to take the harder route and didn't do it on her own. I recruited Andy and we got the sink ready in the bathroom.
This is poor, innocent, unsuspecting Cleo before the bath. (This was when she still liked me!)
As she realizes what horrible thing is about to befall her she tries to scramble to get away from the water at all costs.
"What is that water for Heather? I don't like the looks of this!"
As you can see in the mirror, she is not too happy with me. She was at this point trying to reach me so that she could use me to pull herself up to get out of the water.
"Someone help! I am being abused! Doesn't she know that cats don't like water?"
At this point I was saying, "Andy, put down the stinkin' camera and get over her and help me hold her down!!" I was having a very difficult time holding her down and getting the shampoo into my hand.
"If I could just get out of her grasp..."
This is our finished, clean Cleo. She was still mad at me here, but she got over it quickly. (She needed a place to sleep you know!) What you cannot see from this picture is how wet I got in the process. My whole front of my uniform was soaking wet. Also, holding onto a soaking wet cat, rapped up in a now soaking wet towel was not helping any!
"This is so humiliating!"
All in all it was a very exciting event at our house thursday night. Hopefully we don't have to do that too often!
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