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.