Yes, those are gloves on my hands. I think I've mentioned I have pretty severe eczema, so bathing a cat requires me to don the smelly things. Especially when bathing a shit-covered cat.
It's hard to imagine that 4lbs of soaking wet kitten can be lethal, deadly, and dangerous, but let me assure you, she is one hell of a pissed off pussy when given a bath. I think I might need stitches!
Looking at my arms and chest, I don't really care how upset she is with me. This will teach her not to roll around in her own crap when she can't get it unstuck from her bottom.
Damn cat!
For some reason she's being pretty cuddly and rubbing against my legs and purring, loud enough to hear downstairs. I don't trust her though. I think she's plotting something. And it wouldn't surprise me if Geronimo were in on it too, as a means of payback for this incident.
If you don't hear from me for a few days, send a rescue squad. Or band-aids. I'll probably require both.
