Inspired by ursulav's recent post...
When I was 15, I had to wash most of a bottle of dish soap off a cat, after my young cousin decided she was dirty to begin with. I'm pretty sure it was because they had solid-grey cat at home, and our cat was calico.
The cat stuck to me so hard, I had to get in the tub and basically shower in my clothes with her clinging to me. I still have marks, more than 20 years later, from where she sank her claws into my upper arm! The worst/funniest part is that she cried like we were skinning her the whole time, and my neighbours called the police on us for doing whatever would make a cat scream like that.
Fortunately meeting the damp, lemon-scented cat, towel-haired me, and the contrite 3-year-old was all they needed.
Poor Tabitha. That was NOT her best day ever.
The cat stuck to me so hard, I had to get in the tub and basically shower in my clothes with her clinging to me. I still have marks, more than 20 years later, from where she sank her claws into my upper arm! The worst/funniest part is that she cried like we were skinning her the whole time, and my neighbours called the police on us for doing whatever would make a cat scream like that.
Fortunately meeting the damp, lemon-scented cat, towel-haired me, and the contrite 3-year-old was all they needed.
Poor Tabitha. That was NOT her best day ever.