* Message forwarded by Carol Shenkenberger via Telegard 3.09.b18
 * Originally posted in area Local Tidewater Chatter
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Ok, it was that dreaded time.
The cats needed a bath.....
Don and I Gurded our loins (literally) and wore flack suits (almost 
literally).  Heavy gloves.
By the time we were dressed, they *knew* it boded no good.
First you take Face (our Black longhair Kat).  While making gyrations 
impossible to anyone not 2 years old, or bathing a Kat, you catch her and 
trap her in the bathroom. By now, you hear the other 2 Kats at the door, 
egging her on to !escape!  No chance though.  Don and i are experienced Kat 
bathers.  Short of flushing herself down the toilet, there is no egress from 
the bathroom.
5 mins later, a wet Kat is allowed to escape.  Flea dip accomplished.
Now it's time to catch the next Kat!  Thats Roscoe.  He's the hardest to 
bathe.  Next hardest to catch. (Face is hardest to catch).
3 mins later, and several moments of pure levitation, Roscoe emerges.  He is 
dripping about 1 gallon of water and weighs almost 1/3 more than normal til 
he dries off.  He's !miffed! as only a wet Himalayan can be.  He stomps out 
to the back porch to dry off, next to Face.
Now comes the easy one.  Thom Kat.  The only hard part about bathing him, is 
picking him up.  He's sitting there, next to the bathroom, moping a little.  
Little bit bashful looking.  We go 'here Thom, your turn' and he quietly but 
slowly enters the !dreaded flea dip room!.  Lifted into the tub, he just 
quietly crowches in the lukewarm water.  There's a lot of him, so it takes 6 
mins to wash and rinse him off.  We drain the tub, and he saunters out to the 
porch to comismerate with the others....
So, what did YOU all do today?
                                       xxcarol
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