Saturday, December 11, 2010

Lucy takes a bath.

Today in my teenage angst, I was forced into one of the saddest experiences of my life. 
I had to give my cat a bath. 
Somehow he got fleas and the collar wasn't helping. So we bathed him. Ashley actually bathed him, I just held his squirming, crying, blaming self down while he suffered this through this torture. 
Here's a little vid to give you an idea of how torturous he found it. 
He was so mad after. I didn't know a cat could be that indignant. He just stared at us with anger and loathing. He had been violated and we were to know. His fur spiked out like a pre-teen's hair in the early two-thousands. It was sad. But he's puffing back up now and will hopefully stop with the hating within the next few hours. 
Maybe not though. Our friendship might definitely be off. 

1 comment:

Chantelle said...

Oh I've been there!! :( Poor Lucy, but she'll forgive ya. Most importantly poor YOU! Reminds me of how I feel when my kids have to get shots and they look at me with those sad eyes wondering why I'm betraying them. UGH!