Pearls and Dreams
I decided that since Freckles was going to his new home today, maybe he should smell nice and fresh, and look his best. Cathy, gives her baby's (cats) baths, so, maybe ... so, I get a bath ready for him ...and I stick him in the bath.
Now, because he's a white cat, and he's gotten into things ... grilling charcoal ... unmixed koolaid ...he's had a couple of baths ..and I wasn't expecting too much trouble. It's the shampoo he tends too balk at.
So, I stick him in the water. He stiffens, but doesn't do anything else, but meow, kind of a protest. I start to wash him and he protests a bit. I pulled him out and scrubbed him on the toilet and the towel, mostly for my own comfort, I was getting dizzy leaning over the tub. He seemed to like that too.
I stick this white, black spotted drowned spotted little rat back in the water, and he just sits there, moaning. A deep, mournful ... horrible ..graveyard deep moan. "Oh help meeeee I'm being tortured" moan. I start to laugh, because he's perfectly relaxed as I'm rinsing him off. Then he looks up at me as if to say "hey, this doesn't feel half bad"
While he's looking at me, the deep moan goes again.
Wait ...he's lovingly looking at me and the poor pitiful begging me to stop torturing him moan is still taking place!
I look down at my side. Sitting next to me by the side of the tub ... Twitch ... His Daddy cat ... PLEASE PLEASE STOP GETTING MY BABY WET!
When I got Freckles out of the tub I had to pick Twitch up, too, to let Twitch know that Freckles was, indeed, Okay.
Geesh, that cat has too much estrogen for a male cat!