Payback

In anticipation of the cats receiving their first spring dose of flea medicine tomorrow, the little buggers got baths today. It went as well as could be expected. First I couldn't find the tub stopper, so I had to crouch down near the faucet with Zoe curled up in my lap, which was probably what I was going to be doing anyway.

Zoe was very sad but did pretty well, I managed to get all her sides all the way wet, and then a bit of kitten shampoo on and rinsed off. Rhett, however.... Rhett. Since these guys have avoided a bath since probably February of 2009 (seeing as how cats don't actually really need water baths so much), I had forgotten that Rhett makes the saddest noise on the planet while he is getting bathed. He actually managed to sound like a child crying. A very very sad child with claws. Needless to say, he got his back slightly moistened, his feet run under the faucet, his tail wiped down, and then a good toweldry. I ended up with scratches on my shoulder and my collarbone, so ... not so bad!

Here is where karma kicked in. Because I was covered in cat hair, and hadn't showered yet, it was my turn! but as soon as I switched the converter from tub to shower, the hot water was GONE. gone! So I took a quick shower that was transitioning from lukewarm to ice even quicker, and then got out to find two cats staring up at me in a mixture of hatred and fear. I'm pretty convinced that they had something to do with the hot water's disappearance.

I stuck all the towels in the wash and sat down to finish Monday's episode of the Daily Show. Who should come sit on my lap but a very damp Zoe! So now I have a wet cat on a wet lap.

At least she doesn't hate me!