Our First Bath

We do not understand hoomans. We bathe ourselves several dozen times every day, yet the hoomans thought that they needed to wash us themselves.

We were sitting, minding our own business playing with our cuddle bunny when Mama and Seanmhair scooped us up and carried us into a tiny room where they set us into a blue thing full of water! We tried to tell them we were not happy, and we tried to escape, but Seanmhair did not let us go while Mama rubbed our fur all the wrong way, with slippery goo.

We cried oh so piteously, but they would not be moved. But we did not bite, and we did not scratch! Oh no, we were a purrfect gentlekitteh while they rubbed the goo ALL OVER OUR BODY!!! Then we were doused with even MORE water, and rubbed the wrong way AGAIN... but still, we were a gentlekitteh and did not bite or scratch our dear Mama nor our sweet Seanmhair.

And while they were doing this Fun Uncle was in our room with a hissing monster, giving it a walk across the floor and the monster gobbled up all of our cheeky scent-marks so we will have to claim the entire room all over again! Now our toys do not smell like us, our room does not smell like us, and WE do not smell like us!

Mama and Seanmhair said we were a very good kitteh, and they are ever so proud of us. We, however, have many hours of bathing to be sure our fur does not stay in this ridiculous sticky-uppy configuration furever. Then we shall need to lick all of our toys, and THEN we must do something about making this room smell better! Our poor little tongue will be sprained from all this work! But the work of a kitteh is never over...

We are indignant!