November 18th 2013 1:02 pm
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Oh, boy. I gotta tell ya all the terbl thing that happened to me a coupla days ago. Mama was still in bed, and I was sittin next to her pillow. She rolled over to pet me, and I started to leave. That was when mama sawed there was poo stuck in my bloomers. I get my bloomers trimmed, but somehow the poo still stuck. It was even worse cuz I had sittened down, and it was squished into my furs.
Mama leaped outta bed and catched me and tooked me in the bafroom. She got the poo off and then used three pet wipers tryin to clean my fur and make me smell better. It did not work! Mama sed I still stinked REALLY bad.
Mama let me go for a few minutes, so I did not know she was plottin gainst me. I did not know she was lookin for the speshl kitty shampoo and puttin some warm water in the baftub. Mama came and got me and took me to the bafroom. I figured somethin bad was gonna happen when she shut the door.
Mama was talkin real sweet when she picked me up and put me in the baftub. She knowed I was gonna throw a hissy fit, but she still was not ready. I flipped over on my back and got all of me wet stead of just my booty. I was screamin and fightin, and mama was worried I might bash my head on the side of the tub. I kept screamin "Guns! Mama is tryin to drown me!" Guns was outside the door yellin back "I'm tryin to save you, Peekie, but I catnot get in!" Oh, it was so horbl...
Finally I got kinda tired, so I couldn't fight so much, and mama quick scrubbed my booty and rinsed the kitty shampoo out. By then I was only moanin like I was dyin, and mama was so upset and skared that she had somehow hurtened me.
Once I was rinsed, mama got a towel round me, and we sat on the potty with her holdin me real tight. We were both pretty tired, so we just sat there until we calmed down. That was when mama looked down and sawed the water not drippin but runnin off the end of my tail onto the bafroom floor. Once we were calm, mama got anuther towel and tried to dry me, but I had nuther ideas. I wanted down, and I wanted out of the bafroom NOW!
Mama let me go and opened the door, and I runned up the hall and sat down and started tryin to fluff my drowned furs. I looked real insultered at mama, and she kept pollergizin to me bout the baf. She did say I smelled divine. What's divine?
When the baf was all over, mama went into the beddyroom and smelled the sheets. She made a face and took all the sheets off Mr. Big Bed and washered em. I wonder why?
Now whenever I go in the bafroom to use our potty, I am real spishus, and I try not to stay very long.
OMC! The bathtub! Yikes! What a nightmare! That happens with my floofy pants sometimes too. Usually Mom can just get me washed up in the sink and then she gets out the scissors and gives me a little trim. Sorry you had such a bad day!
MOL! MOL! Poor Peekie! Oh the price of those wonderfur bloomers... I think an "emergency drowning" -they call it "bath" is in order for every kit at least once. Mine was when I was really young and mixed clumping litter and my water bowl and got it caked all over me (I'm still traumatized). I hope you're all dried by now!
You poor dear. I'm so sorry you had to have a bath!