An Old Fashioned Cat Washin'

P.U. What's that smell? Sure hope it's not me. Yea! It's not! Well then, who else can be so smelly around here? Cashy? No, he always smells as fresh as a Christmas ham. Mommy and Daddy? Well, if they do smell, I better not bash them in this blog. They are the ones who feed me and clothe me. Who does that leave? Miss Kitty! Gee whiz, Miss Kitty, is your litter box full? Mommy said that due to some unforseen misfortunes (I'll spare the gory details--something about a 'sample to the vet' and kitty being forced to take drugs that caused dingleberries), Miss Kitty needs to have a bath.

AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH! The howling coming from the bathtub is so loud it hurts my ears! Poor Miss Kitty. I should have showed her my bathtub Duplo collection. Then again, maybe not. I don't want to have the same 'unforeseen misfortunes' as her. I am aware of the Germ Theory, in theory. Mommy had to bleach the heck out of the bathtub.

Gee, Mommy never misses a moment to demoralize our family with that darn camera. Don't worry, Miss Kitty, I still love you. Even if you look like a drowned rat. Hey, what shampoo is that I smell? Could it be Pantene? Your fur is so shiny and bouncy! Don't that make you happy?

These pictures were taken several weeks ago. Miss Kitty is now doing well post UTI and antibiotics. AJ is still continuing his hat antics and loves to point to his nose. Cassius still smells as fresh as a Christmas ham, and Mommy and Daddy refuse to comment about the state of their hygiene. Sheesh. Can anyone say overly-sensitive?