Friday, October 24, 2014

How not to bathe the Princess of the Universe

Cat Bathing As A Martial Art

Some people say cats never have to be bathed. They say cats lick themselves clean. They say cats have a special enzyme of some sort in their saliva that works like new, improved Wisk - dislodging the dirt where it hides and whisking it away. 

I've spent most of my life believing this folklore. Like most blind believers, I've been able to discount all the facts to the contrary - the kitty odors that lurk in the corners of the garage and dirt smudges that cling to the throw rug by the fireplace. 

The time comes, however, when a person must face reality; when he must look squarely in the face of massive public sentiment to the contrary and announce: "This cat smells like a port-a-potty on a hot day in Juarez." 

When that day arrives at your house, as it has in mine, I have some advice you might consider as you place your feline friend under you arm and head for the bathtub:  Know that although the cat has the advantages of quickness and utter disregard for human life, you have the advantage of strength. Capitalize on that advantage by selecting the battlefield. Don't try to bathe him in an open area where he can force you to chase him. Pick a very small bathroom. If your bathroom is more than four feet square, I recommend that you get in the tub with the cat and close the sliding-glass doors as if you were about to take a shower (a simple shower curtain will not do. A berserk cat can shred a three-ply rubber shower curtain quicker than a politician can shift positions). 

Know that a cat has claws and will not hesitate to remove all the skin from your body. Your advantage here is that you are smart and know how to dress to protect yourself. I recommend canvas overalls tucked into high-top construction boots, a pair of steel-mesh gloves, an army helmet, a hockey face mask and a long-sleeve flak jacket. 

Prepare everything in advance. There is no time to go out for a towel when you have a cat digging a hole in your flak jacket. Draw the water. Make sure the bottle of kitty shampoo is inside the glass enclosure. Make sure the towel can be reached, even if you are lying on your back in the water.
Use the element of surprise. Pick up your cat nonchalantly, as if to simply carry him to his supper dish (cats will not usually notice your strange attire. They have little or no interest in fashion as a rule. If he does notice your garb, calmly explain that you are taking part in a product- testing experiment for J.C. Penney). 

Once you are inside the bathroom, speed is essential to your survival. In a single liquid motion, shut the bathroom door, step into the tub enclosure, slide the glass door shut, dip the cat in the water and squirt him with shampoo. You have begun one of the wildest 45 seconds of your life. Cats have no handles. 

Add the fact that he now has soapy fur, and the problem is radically compounded. Do not expect to hold on to him for more that two or three seconds at a time. When you have him, however, you must remember to give him another squirt of shampoo and rub like crazy. He'll then spring free and fall back into the water, thereby rinsing himself off (the national record is - for cats - three latherings, so don't expect too much). 

Next, the cat must be dried. Novice cat bathers always assume this part will be the most difficult, for humans generally are worn out at this point and the cat is just getting really determined. In fact, the drying is simple compared to what you have just been through. That's because by now the cat is semi-permanently affixed to your right leg. You simply pop the drain plug with your foot, reach for your towel and wait (occasionally, however, the cat will end up clinging to the top of your army helmet. If this happens, the best thing you can do is to shake him loose and to encourage him toward your leg). After all the water is drained from the tub, it is a simple matter to just reach down and dry the cat. 

Do NOT try to use a blow dryer. You might as well use a vacuum cleaner.
In a few days the cat will relax enough to be removed from your leg. He will usually have nothing to say for about three weeks and will spend a lot of time sitting with his back to you. He might even become psycho-ceramic and develop the fixed stare of a plaster figurine.
You will be tempted to assume he is angry. This isn't usually the case. As a rule he is simply plotting ways to get through your defenses and injure you for life the next time you decide to give him a bath. But, at least now he smells a lot better.
    - By Bud Herron

This was scrounged off the net.  There are several variations of this out there, including one involving the toilet.  There was a time in my life when I lived with cats.  Five cats, all related to each other (we were initially inexperienced in sexing young cats, which is why 2 cats became 5 cats!)  My 2 friends and I shared a duplex with these 5 cats.  Most people can figure out quickly that I am a dog person by nature...cats know this instinctively.  But these five tolerated my presence in their house well.

However, at one point we had an outbreak of fleas.  This was before the advent of cat-safe topical flea killing drops.  Our only defense was Siphotrol for the house, and Mycodex for the cats...Mycodex, a wonderful, cat safe, effective...shampoo.  Yes, using Mycodex involves bathing your cat(s).

Each of the cats had a very distinct personality.  Willie was El Gato del Sol, the Sunshine Cat.  Warm, affectionate and loving, he never hurt anyone that I know of.  Zoe, the Enforcer, she was Mama cat to the other 3, and the Great Disciplinarian.  If any of her offspring got out of line, she was quick with a paw to smack some sense into them.  Noa, the largest of them all, as wide hunkered down, as a 24pack of Diet Coke laid flat...she was sweet, but don't occupy HER chair, or else!  Smackie, the smallest, and my personal favorite.  He had some health issues, probably Fatty Lipidosis of the liver, but with some intensive home care, managed to recover.  And then there was Siminy...the blue eyed, mushroom colored, long haired Princess of the Universe. 

For reasons I can no longer recall due to the passage of time, I got it into my head one evening, to give Siminy a myself.  That was my initial mistake.  The next was forgetting to buy a pair of long welders gloves.  I put about 3" of warm water in the tub (yes it had sliding glass doors even!), and got my supplies arranged, and deposited Siminy in the tub.  The Princess of the Universe was displeased by this turn of events.  However, I prevailed, for this was not my first cat rodeo.  I got her wetted down, soaped up and de-flea'd.  Then came time to rinse her off.

It did not go as planned.  As I poured warm water over her to rinse, she panicked, and attempted to back our from my hand.  In doing so, she inadvertently stuck her whole face down into the bath water, undoubtedly getting water up her nose.  This resulted in a full-on freakout of a fully clawed feline.  I scooped her up out of the water, each hand under her forelegs (think armpits), holding her up out of the water, thinking this would calm her down.  My mistake.  This maneuver merely placed my hand and arm within easy bite range.  First bite was to the back of my hand, but she couldn't really get purchase on me there.  She looked at me as I had yelped, the look in her eyes not a loving one, and turned, biting my arm just above the watch band, in a nice tender meaty part of me.  She did not let go.  I howled!  I admit, many unkind thoughts and actions flashed through my mind in those moments, but I did NOT fling the cat across the bathroom.  Understanding and sympathy prevailed, and I waited until she let go.

I do not recall exactly what happened after that, but I suspect I had help in rinsing the soap off her, and then dressed the bites with antibiotic.  I healed, and Siminy forgave me eventually, I think.  I still have the scars on my arm, and think of our Princess often, and despite my mistakes of that day, with fondness, for Siminy was a dear and precious cat, the Princess of the Universe.

That was also the last time I ever tried to bathe a cat!


  1. This is a BRILLIANT POST!!! You;ve made me giggle - you've reminded me my older cat needs some assistance grooming . . (I pick my moments carefully) - AND - WOWZER - You Are BRAVE.

  2. Too funny and too true. I've not had my own cat but "cat sat" for a friend who was overseas getting a graduate degree as well as taken in a couple of strays while I got them in healthy shape for a foster home.

  3. We haven't had to bathe the cats until they get kind of old (or the kittens I fostered that had horrible diarrhea - I was having to bathe them every day because they got covered in it). When they get older I don't think they are able to groom as well, and they can get kind of stinky, especially the long haireds. We had to bathe Grompet a few times. The two I have now do a great job of keeping clean so far - had them for a couple of years, no baths needed.


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