JUST SILLINESS. GONNA BUY ME A DOG
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 Juares, Mexico".
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. Penny).
Once you are inside the bathroom, speed is essential to
survival. In a single liquid motion, shut the bathroom door, step into
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-time.
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 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 dryiing is simple compare to what you have just been through. That's
because by now the cat is semi-permanently affixed to your right leg.
You simply pop the drain plug with your foot, reach for your towel and
wait. Occassionally, 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 throught your
defenses and injure you for life, the next you decide to give him a
bath.
But at least, now he smells a lot better.
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