Ever tried to brush your cats teeth? Sounds dangerous. How about bathing instead?
I went over to Justin's one day. He showed me the new nail clipper and brush he got for Forest. Then he showed me the cat shampoo and deviously stated, "we're going to bathe the cat. " Maybe that explained the nail clippers. Did they not have something to dull his teeth too?
Immediately I had images of us being trapped in the bathroom with a scared cat, tearing around trying to escape with teeth and back claws. (His front paws having been declawed). We decided to do it tonight, and I was crying from laughing before we even started. Poor little guy had no idea what he was in for.
Justin ran the bath while I grabbed Forest. We attempted to get all 4 paws in the water. He was doing everything be could to not get wet. Surprisingly not clawing or biting as I had thought, instead just desperately clinging to us with despair.
Having not planned ahead to bring a cup, I grabbed the soap dish to pour water on him while Justin kept him in place by the scruff of his neck. Once he was wet, now with tail tucked under in the shame of looking like a wet rat, I soaped him up with the anti hairball shampoo. I giggled almost the entire time. I tried to keep a level voice as I said, "I'm so sorry, Forest," but I only ended up laughing harder.
We quickly rinsed him off, and snapped some embarrassing wet cat photos. After wrapping him a towel, I sat with him on the couch. As the shock of what just happened wore off, the looks of disdain and betrayal began peaking out from the towel folds. Once he got too fussy to stay in the towel, I let him go. Despite having just been bathed, he proceeded to clean himself anyway.
While his pride may be a little hurt, there's a very soft, fluffy cat now wandering Justin's apartment.
Likely plotting his revenge.
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