Whoa. There really is nothing quite like bathing a cat. I suppose it could be worse. Bathing a skunk would be worse. Probably.

Junior has had a lot of partial baths in the last week. I can usually get a leg or a side done while BMHusband holds the squirming furball. He really needed a more extensive bath so we finally braved the waters. All of us, as it turned out. A change of clothing was necessary, Junior yelled “Torture” the entire time and the bathroom mirror was drenched…but the kitten is clean. Well, he was when he went tearing down the hallway yelling, “Freedom or bust!”

All of us are looking forward to the removal of the “lampshade” or helmet thingie. Then Junior can just give himself baths. I’m thinking God probably designed the whole procedure that way for a reason.