Giving a cat a bath?
Are you kidding?
I did it.
Clawed, bleeding and wet, I emerged.
Well, she is now wrapped up in an afghan, with a snoot face, hating me.
I didn’t have cat shampoo.
I used baking soda.
Heck, I figured if baking soda cleans everything else, why not a cat?
At one point, she had a claw dug into my arm, like she was ready to pull the skin right off.
But she didn’t.
And I let her run around, a little, to let off some steam, before we were through.
She seemed to have no interest in grooming herself, this past week.
And she wouldn’t eat.
So I figured, like most girls, she needed a little attention.
What girl doesn’t like a night at the spa?
I poured her a night cap: Some kitty milk.
Her brother came over to investigate and she hissed at him.
I like that!
Hoping for the best, that she will pull through.
Another vigil tonight.