April 2nd, 2003

Me 2012

Traumatic

I got home from work this afternoon, sat down in front of my computer, and didn't feel like doing anything. Since I didn't want to do anything, productive or otherwise, I decided, what the heck, I will give my cats baths.

I've given Ash, aka Fat Cat, quite a few baths over the six years that I've had her. She's got longish fur that she has a hard time keeping clean, so she needs a bath every few months, really, though she gets one more like every 6 to 12. She's not too bad about getting them baths, though she hates it. Today, she started mewling pitifully from the moment I had her in the bathroom with me. "I haven't even done anything to you yet, shut up, cat."

Mrewwl.

So I give Ash a bath. That goes all right, and after I've got her a bit dried off I collect Branl.

I've never given Branl, aka, Thin Cat, a bath before, and I never will again. Branl's short-haired and keeps herself fairly tidy, but Lut's been complaining lately that she smells a bit (I can't really tell, my sense of smell is horrible) and her fur was oily. What the heck.
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