Wylla is always spilling soup on her bib. It's a hard-to-reach area, and she relies greatly on Bean to keep this region clean for her. Bean usually does a good job, and we help Wylla too with an occasional spot clean, but recently our wee kitten has just been looking a little too scrappy, and I decided it was time to give her a full-on bath.
So, this morning I cranked up the thermostat to 72 degrees, heated her bed, and gathered all the bathing necessities.
An unsuspecting Wylla jumped up on the counter and crawled into the sink, climbed out, and watched the sink fill and bubbles rise.
Then into the water she went.
I saturated her fur with warm water and shampoo and worked as quickly as I could. She was very good and sat patiently through the process. I don't think she enjoyed it, but she didn't resist.
Once the suds were rinsed clean, I wrapped her up in a towel and dabbed away as much of the water as I could.
Poor, damp little dormouse.
The hardest part about washing a cat, is drying the cat. It takes forever.
With the heat setting on "low" I gave her a good blow-drying. She has SO much hair, it took a very long time to get her somewhat close to dry. She was tolerant at first, but started to get really restless towards the end. I stopped and gave her a little treat every couple of minutes, which helped a little, but still, she was getting pretty grumpy.
After fifteen solid minutes of blow-drying, which seemed an eternity, we decided it was enough and I took her into the living room and put her on her pre-heated bed and fresh, warm towels.
And she gave herself a bath.
That was an hour ago, and she's still sitting on her bed, looking like the saddest kitten in the world.
And I think she's holding a grudge.
Because she won't make eye contact with me.
I'm sorry, Wylla. It had to be done.