Bloodless Cat-Bathing (anonymous source)
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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 folklore. Like most
blind believers, I've been able to discount all the facts to the
contrary: the kitty odors that lurk in the corners of the garage
and dirt smudges 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. Capitalize 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 sure
the 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
your life.
- 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 latherings, 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 simple
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 your foot,
reach for your towel and wait. (Occasionally, however,
the cat will end up clinging to 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 defenses and injure you for life the next time you decide to
give him a bath.
But at least now he smells a lot better.