That the night before the IWA festival I decided to bath the cat. I've been meaning to for a couple of months now (no need to rush these things) as it appears she likes to spend time with a horse stabled in a garage up the road a bit. Either that or she just rolls around in his manure heap! I know the smell of horse as until recently I had one of my own. I like the smell on a horse not so keen on a cat whilst I am trying to watch tv! Anyway I ran the bath, tested it with my elbow and went to fetch a towel and shut the cat flap then various doors. The dear thing didn't suspect a thing. She accompanied me into the bathroom and I shut the door. At this point things didn't follow their usual plan as far as she was concerned. Instead of me in the bath she found herself in it. I must have got the temperature right as she wandered around in it mewing quietly to herself and generally accepted her bath.
Do I see a definate 'look' on her face?
I then compounded the horror and indignity by putting that flea stuff behind her neck (nearly strangling her in the process) the next morning before feeding and letting her out and then running away giggling to the IWA festival for the day.
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