Posted by Diana in Uncategorized
Just gave Momo a bath. I dunno how he did it, but I think I ended up wetter than he did. I’ve never seen a cat fight so much. You would think I was skinning him alive in the bath tub judging by the way he reacted.
As soon as I crossed the bathroom doorway, he knew instinctively what was going on and clawed up my chest in his attempt to escape. I had to unhook him off my tshirt and hold his paws together in front of him in order to get to the bathtub.
I’ve dealt with him before and know how deadly it is to gently place him in the bathtub. He has this ability to use the bottom of the bath as a spring and vault over the edge, attach himself with his claws to my chest, then my scalp, then leap out the door. Bastard should join the circus. This time I was ready for him, though. I had the water running before I even retrieved him from the bedroom, so after I tossed him in the tub, I was able to quickly grab the shower head and drench him. Honestly, I expected him to stop fighting once he was already wet. What’s the point in fighting me if he is already wet? But Momo, apparently, had a point to make. The entire time I’m trying to wet him, lather him and rinse him, he kept trying to vault over the edge of the bathtub. I had to use my chest as a wall, which is hard when he is constantly trying to move around me. It was like playing pong with my body. A few times he almost escaped, but I was able to crush his head against the edge of the bathtub, just barely preventing his getaway.
Anyways, by the time the bath was over I was sick of dealing with him so I didn’t bother to dry him, especially with the weather so hot anyways. So I hope Kevin enjoys paw-sized water puddles all over the carpet, cause that’s what he has to look forward to when he comes home tonight.
This was the best picture I could get of him. Ever since the bath, hes been aimlessly walking around the house, pacing back and force, giving me indignant meows every 1.5 seconds. He is such a baby.