My usually quite obedient and unflappable cat Mole was not so happy with his bath this evening. I have the scars on my back to prove it. We unfortunately have to give him a couple more baths over the next two weeks to knock out the ringworm that he’s picked up.
Mole really looks like he’s ready to kick my ass in this picture. I’ll be sleeping with the bedroom door locked tonight, him on the outside.
It’s really strange how much he hated getting bathed, since he often gets soaking wet in the sink trying to get a drink of water. He hardly reacts when I spritz him in the face with the spray bottle, thinking it’s just a fun game. But baths I guess are past his water tolerance.
Thanks to Cindy for the unenviable job of getting in the tub with him and soaping him up. The feline fun never ends!