Sometimes I think I’m living in the Twilight Zone. A few nights back, as I was sitting my room, I got a text from YA. Getting a text from YA isn’t all the bizarre, although getting a text from her when she is in the next room strikes me as a bit on the weird side.
However, this was the text:
“Will you get some kitty treats and put them under the bathroom door?”
If you want to get my attention, that’s the way to do it.
Turns out she had decided that Nimue needed a bath and it was the point in the process in which Nimue was indicating that her patience had been worn out. In addition to trying to open the bathroom door from the inside, she wasn’t cooperating with the blow drying part of the evening.
As you can see from the picture above, kitty treats weren’t her highest priority right then. She was not a happy wet kitty.
And it got worse from there because then there needed to be brushing. Nimue can tolerate brushing on her head and her face and even down her back but she draws the line (and occasionally blood) if you get near her back haunches. Those are strictly her territory. I didn’t hear any actual howling or hissing, but I did hear some grumbling and growling. Luckily all her bad humor was for YA and as soon as she escaped the bathroom torture chamber, she was very glad to sit on my lap and get petted and cosseted.
Are you a bath or shower person? Or just a quick dunk under the hose?