Bathing time

What am i doing? It's 3.30pm on a Sun and there is a major deadline hanging over my head but i woke up with this urge to blog about my cats. I have two cats - Poppy and MeowMeow and they are my babies. Just 2? I've always wanted 20 cats, much to my husband's chagrin. Poor dude, he's already being dropped to lower rank since these two fuzzies took over my heart, now he's gotta content with fur, cat litter and not to mention that constant fighting over for his recliner with MeowMeow. And er, all the cat vomits are his duty to clean...thank god i have a patient spouse.

Today i got up and decided it's a sun shiny day to bath the fuzzies. Since they have to go for their annual jab next week and after that i can't bathe them, so i decided that it was time to get down to do the much dreaded job. Cats are smart - they have come to recognise their bathing towel, which is this blue and red striped thingy. The moment Poppy sees me taking it out inconspicuously from the cabinet, he lets out a yowl and scurries away like a rat. I caught him and ran to the bathroom before he could dig his talons into my arms. Poppy's the least tolerant during bath time. Even though he's a puny cat, he can yowl and howl big time. At baths, he would sit rigidly on the bathroom floor and stare at me defiantly while letting a torrent of verbal 'auws' to convey his ultimate displeasure of being soaped and wetted. Halfway, when he knows it's useless, he would load up his spring legs and leap frog past my shoulder in his desparate attempt to run to the bathroom door (which is closed anyway, Pops not very smart on that).

By the time he ambles out, Pops looks like a drowned rat. His fluff is matted down, he looks like a string bean. Just goes to show that all that puff is all fur, not meat.

Then i looked for the orange one. He was hiding as usual but usually not very smartly as i could see his tail sticking out from the side of the recliner. Caught hold of him - 5 kgs!

Unlike the brown terror, he's quiet throughout, almost dignified. He would let me soap but gets impatient if i take too long. For a big cat, his meows sound soft, almost feminine. Like a whiny girl. Meowz is all meat, so wet or not, he looks the same all the time, unlike Pops.

Now for the funny part. Meowz is a street cat, a stray with all the right cat instincts. When cats are wet, they would proceed to lick themselves dry quickly. But Poppy is a pet shop cat. We believe, by his lack of cat instincts perhaps he was taken away too early from his mom cat and straight into the pet shop - he's clueless on how to dry himself, among other things. So, whilst the orange fuzzy would be frantically licking himself dry, Poppy does this - he sits on his cat perch and proceeds to close his eyes and tuck in his paws as though he's meditating himself dry. And he would sit there like that for a while. In one hours' time, Meowz's all dry, Poppy's a semi dry rat. And since he's frightened of the hairdryer, we have no choice but to let him air dry. Once or twice, he would TRY to lick himself but in a weird, inefficient kinda way that doesn't dry up his fur.

Thank god it's a sunny day today. As for me, it's time for my bath too as i am all wet and furry from the ordeal.