Clean Cats

So a few nights ago, I was witness to what split the difference between epic and adorable. It was cat washing night. Eventually the stink of Vimes was too much - he needed a better cleaning than he could give himself. DBF was masterful - luckily, Vimes is still kitten enough to not fight too hard. It was hilarious - poor mite looked like a bobblehead, fluffy face and head, then soaked from the neck down. I attended the procedure, all bikini-clad surgeon's assistant (Shampoo, stat! Can I get another billion see-sees of warm water!). We got him snuggled up into a warm, dry towel after and it came down to one-on-one with Puppy. It sounded amazing. Pup has this ability to make this mournful yowling noise that sounds like . . . i suppose what kitteh limbo must sound like. Or maybe all cats are in limbo. Hm. must write Vatican. Then, the splooshing noises. Pup put up a fight, but was not victorious. He knew what was coming, but still couldn't escape. A few scratches suffered (none on me, 'cause I didn't do much), and a very wet floor were the results. But the katzen smelled nice for a few days, and now just smell like cats, rather than disgusting litterbox lotharios, so we call it a win.