Tyrannosaurus Fifi Gets a Bath
Yes. Adam and I bathe our cat. Fiona weighs in at 14 lbs., thinks she’s the queen of the hill, and has the worst dandruff you’ve ever seen, including that kid you went to school with who wore coke bottle glasses, had acne the size of Mt. Saint Helen’s, and smelled like disinfectant.
Fifi gets a bath about every 3 months. She’s not afraid of the water and used to play in shallow water in our tub when she was a kitten. We suspect her love of water comes from tiny kitten-hood when Adam’s sister, Tara, used to hand feed the kittens, then give them each a bath in the sink. They were messy eaters. After they got off the bottle they all shared a dish of formula in which much havoc was reeked. Hence “Kitty Bath Time”.
These are photos from Fifi’s latest bath. She gets in the shower with boy and actually purrrs the whole time!
Hope you’ve enjoyed the hilarity. We’ll be back with another bath time experience in a few months and update you on the dandruff situation. As of right now it’s not gotten any better, but it also hasn’t been upgraded to a crisis either.
Oh, also, I thought I’d let you know that the dog walking is going great! Dutch, a very strong Pitt Bull, has left me a bit stranded though. We had just gotten to the bottom of the stairs and he gave me quite a bit of a tug for his first potty. I was trying to gain leverage with my legs, but instead my right foot got caught between the sidewalk and the grass and folded in half. I twisted it pretty bad and also fell and scraped up my left leg. I’m doing ok on the twisted side of things, but now my arthritis is acting up in my right foot. Oh, the perils of dog walking.
