So I’m guessing the red fox must have kits nearby. Normally encounters with cats are a brief confrontation consisting of helium-pitched barks and jumping around, then going on their way, it’s part of why I don’t worry about letting the cats have some time outside (along with no traffic and few neighbors). Last night however, the damn thing drove Deirdre off onto a neighbors property and had her treed for a good half hour, plus the additional half-hour for my dad and I to figure out where exactly the fuck she was, since she wasn’t exactly announcing her location (until dad was about to give up, and then she finally let out a little meow, followed by a lot of grumbling when he picked her up). When he handed her over to me, she stopped whining, but the poor thing was shivering and was completely SOAKED in mud and swamp water.
So, question, people who give your cats baths, how the fuck does that happen? Like the only reason she let me do it was because she was too fucking exhausted to fight me on it. Even then, there was still some struggling and attempts to escape. She didn’t mind being swaddled in the towel and being held like a baby though.
It would be nice if she would take this a lesson to not wander too far from me, but it’s equally likely she take some sort of oath of vengeance now. For today though, she has been staying close to mommy.
Still kinda smells like swamp water.
#parent’s cats had a great night though #they raided the cabinet where the kibble is kept #and ate to capacity #were able to skip several meals because they ate so damn much
Did someone not close the cabinet all the way? Because I seem to remember we put a child lock on it for this very reason.
I assume Evie instigated it because I remember she and Sherlock teamed up for that.
cat washing tips: small enclosed spaces. be prepared to be wet. give kitty a few minutes to get used to the water. don’t let standing water be more than a couple inches. have a space for kitty not to stand under shower water.
It’s best to get in the water with kitty. Even the one cat of mine who wanted to go buzzsaw on the shower settled down after a couple minutes where he couldn’t get out. Mind, he still wasn’t HAPPY, but he was not buzzsaw kitty. They were all happier if they could cuddle against me while I washed them.