Cats hate water. Or so I’ve always been told. But Woody loves to drink out of the toilet; in fact, he gets terribly upset if the toilet seat is down, and from time to time he’s been known to pull the lever to watch the water go down.
The kittens had been outside playing, and I let them in maybe fifteen minutes ago. One, Percival, the one with the long, curly hair, had something icky in his fur. Wasn’t a bug, wasn’t a burr, it was squishy and vaguely nasty looking. So, I picked him up, took him into the bathroom, set him on the counter, wetted down a washcloth, and gave him a bath.
Surprisingly, he enjoyed it. He especially enjoyed when I rolled him up in the towel and dried him off.
The experience is so odd that I don’t know what to say. I gave a kitten a bath. I’m having trouble getting that phrase to compute. 😯