Much to his dismay, the cat received a nice warm bubble bath. He really needed it.
I washed the cat while my daughter took these pictures.
For the next few hours, every time that he walked near me, he dropped his tail as if he were saying, “I can’t believe you’d do that to me.”
LOL! My cat hates it when I bathe him. He cries an awful cry. It takes forever for him to dry too because his hair is so long. If he would lose a little weight he would be able to clean himself properly and then he wouldn’t need baths. 🙂
Oh the humiliation! teehee
I have never washed a cat.
I suppose I might as well say I have never lived.
Thought I had commented on this but cyber space must have devoured it.
I am wondering if your cat now likes you again or are you still on his bad side?
Melanie, there are similar things like listening to bad opera while getting a paper cut in the rain. You’ve done that, right?
Elaine he does.
LOL
You’re a brave woman!
I listen to bad opera while getting a paper cut in the rain every Saturday. It’s good for me, somewhat like eating broccoli without cheese.