Day 187: This one is for the disbelievers among you. Yes, I bathe my cat. I have always bathed my cats. You start them out as young as possible, introducing the idea of being wet and in the sink gradually, praising them and speaking in a soft voice. But even more critical to the process is a simple action: close your eyes, or at least do not make direct eye contact, which is perceived as threatening. Merry's first bath was a quick wet-down in plain water. His second adventure included a light shampoo and a brief encounter with the sprayer. Yesterday, he got the full Tropicana Cat Wash experience: lather, rinse, repeat, and a thorough towelling. He's not too keen on having his front feet in, but if I allow him to brace himself on the divider between the basins, he was perfectly content to have his tummy soaped up. A clean cat is a happy cat, and soft as a bunny.
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