Bathing The Cat
Some people say cats never have to be bathed. They say cats lick
themselves clean. They say cats have a special enzyme of some sort in
their saliva that works like new, improved Wisk - dislodging the dirt where
it hides and whisking it away. I've spent most of my life believing this
Like most blind believers, I've been able to discount all the facts to the
contrary, the kitty odours that lurk in the corners of the garage and dirt
that cling to the throw rug by the fireplace. The time comes, however, when a
man must face reality: when he must look squarely in the face of massive
public sentiment to the contrary and announce: "This cat smells like a
port-a-potty on a hot day in Juarez."
When that day arrives at your house, as it has in mine, I have some
advice you might consider as you place your feline friend under your arm
and head for the bathtub:
Know that although the cat has the advantage of quickness and lack of
concern for human life, you have the advantage of strength. Capitalise
on that advantage by selecting the battlefield. Don't try to bathe him in an
open area where he can force you to chase him. Pick a very small
bathroom. If your bathroom is more than four feet square, I recommend
that you get in the tub with the cat and close the sliding-glass doors
as if you were about to take a shower. (A simple shower curtain will not do.
A berserk cat can shred a three-ply rubber shower curtain quicker than a
politician can shift positions.)
Know that a cat has claws and will not hesitate to remove all the skin
from your body. Your advantage here is that you are smart and know how
to dress to protect yourself. I recommend canvas overalls tucked into
high-top construction boots, a pair of steel-mesh gloves, an army
helmet, a hockey face mask, and a long-sleeved flak jacket.
Prepare everything in advance. There is no time to go out for a towel
when you have a cat digging a hole in your flak jacket. Draw the water.
Make sure the bottle of kitty shampoo is inside the glass enclosure. Make
towel can be reached, even if you are lying on your back in the water.
Use the element of surprise. Pick up your cat nonchalantly, as if to
simply carry him to his supper dish. (Cats will not usually notice your
strange attire. They have little or no interest in fashion as a rule. If
he does notice your garb, calmly explain that you are taking part in
a product testing experiment for J.C. Penney.)
Once you are inside the bathroom, speed is essential to survival. In a
single liquid motion, shut the bathroom door, step into the tub
enclosure, slide the glass door shut, dip the cat in the water and
squirt him with shampoo. You have begun one of the wildest 45 seconds of
Cats have no handles. Add the fact that he now has soapy fur, and the
problem is radically compounded. Do not expect to hold on to him for
more than two or three seconds at a time. When you have him, however,
you must remember to give him another squirt of shampoo and rub like
crazy. He'll then spring free and fall back into the water, thereby
rinsing himself off. (The national record for cats is three lathering,
so don't expect too much.)
Next, the cat must be dried. Novice cat bathers always assume this part
will be the most difficult, for humans generally are worn out at this
point and the cat is just getting really determined. In fact, the drying is
compared to what you have just been through. That's because by now the cat is
semipermanently affixed to your right leg. You simply pop the drain plug with
reach for your towel and wait. (Occasionally, however, the cat will end up
the top of your army helmet. If this happens, the best thing you can do is to
shake him loose and to encourage him toward your leg.) After all the
water is drained from the tub, it is a simple matter to just reach down
and dry the cat.
In a few days the cat will relax enough to be removed from your leg. He
will usually have nothing to say for about three weeks and will spend a
lot of time sitting with his back to you. He might even become psychoceramic
and develop the fixed stare of a plaster figurine.
You will be tempted to assume he is angry. This isn't usually the case.
As a rule he is simply plotting ways to get through your defences and
injure you for life the next time you decide to give him a bath.
But at least now he smells a lot better.
A man is eating in a fancy restaurant, and there is a gorgeous blond eating
at the next table. He has been checking her out all night, but lacks the
nerve to go talk to her.
Suddenly she sneezes and her glass eye comes flying out of her socket
towards the man. He reflexively grabs and snatches it out of the air.
"Oh my god, I am so sorry," the woman says as she pops her eye back in
place, "Let me buy you dinner to make it up to you." They enjoy a
wonderful dinner together and afterwards the woman invites him back to
her place for a drink.
They go back to her house, and after a bit she leads him into the
bedroom and begins undressing him. The couple have wild passionate sex
over and over all night.
The next morning when he awakens, she has already gotten up and brings
him breakfast in bed. The guy is amazed. "You know, you are the perfect
woman. Are you this nice to every guy you meet?"
"No, she replies....
"You just happened to catch my eye."
The Truth About Women.....
Blessed are those who hunger and thirst, for they are sticking to
Life is an endless struggle full of frustrations and challenges, but
eventually you find a hairstylist you like.
Perhaps you know why women over fifty don't have babies: They would put
them down somewhere and forget where they left them.
One of the life's mysteries is how a two pound box of candy can
make a woman gain five pounds.
I finally got my head together, and my body fell apart.
The real art of conversation is not only to say the right thing in
the right place, but also to leave unsaid the wrong thing at the
Time may be a great healer, but it's also a lousy beautician.
Brain cells come and brain cells go, but fat cells live forever.
Life not only begins at forty, it begins to show.
Just when I was getting used to yesterday, along came today.
If at first you don't succeed, see if the loser gets anything.
You don't stop laughing because you grow old; you grow old because you
I had to give up jogging for my health. My thighs kept rubbing
together and setting my pantyhose on fire.
Amazing! You just hang something in your closet for a while, and it
shrinks two sizes.
It is bad to suppress laughter; it goes back down and spreads to
Age is important only if you're cheese or wine.
The only time a woman wishes she were a year older is when she is
expecting a baby.
Freedom of the press means no-iron clothes.
Inside some of us is a thin person struggling to get out, but she
can usually be sedated with a few pieces of chocolate cake.
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