Well, there is no ban on bains around here! But I must prepare mentally…shhh.
Bathing takes great concentration, you know that, right? We kitties are simply NOT IN THE ROOM, when bathing, and must not be disturbed by anyone or thing, for fear we might miss a section of much-needed sprucing up.
Who knows why we kitties look so…well…absorbed when bathing? Lick, lick.
I think I’ll start here, where everyone (!) is always rubbing me.
Hard to reach. Hard on the neck! Why don’t they just rub my paws!
Wait a minute. Where was I…?
Ah, yes, paws, you never know where THEY have been…
Think I’ll throw in the nose, too, same reason…
YAAAAWWWWWNNN….exhausting work.
And, understood by no one…the final act: Clunk.
Just call me Ms Clean Kitty, the Cryptic Clunker!
Okay, okay, that’s a stretch…but I’m snoozing, bathed and happy. And YOU?
Uhoh….did you say BATH? Well, I’ve never had one – not a REAL one. I keep myself in toptop clean shape and Mom has not had to stick me in a tub full of water. She knows unless she had on a suit of armor she’d be a bloody mess! HAHAHAHAHA
Hugs, Teddy
WATER? With stuff that all those silly dogs have to bathe in all the time? No way Jose.
Cleaniness is next to catliness !
Ah, that’s a good one. Thank you.
Clean and happy is darn wonderful Loulou!
Next to godliness, I hear.