~6-18-04~ bath from hell

well, my cat (still singular) was grossing me out with the amounts of flea poop he was depositing everywhere and all the scratching, so i bought some flea shampoo and decided to give him a bath. of course i have to do it when the urge hits me, or it will quickly pass, and it won't happen.

so i feed my kid supper, get him out of the highchair, and decide to throw the cat in the sink, it won't be so bad. afterall he doesn't have claws or anything.......what the hell was i thinking?! and how the hell long has it been since i gave a flea bath?! must have been too damn long ago, or i would have never attempted this!! here it goes.......

so i put him in the sink. he is much bigger than i thought...oh well.......turn on the spigot, wish i had a sprayer, but nope. i kind of put him under the water and it is basically just rolling off him, like a damn duck. great, so now i have to somehow let go of this death grip i have on him, or he will jump out, to try and ruffle his fur to get him wet. that sucked! so then i also somehow had to let go and also grab the shampoo and squeeze it on him!!! so he was squirmy and i was getting pissed off. not to mention clay was right on my legs wanting up....go away!!!! AGH!!!!!!!

then it gets grosser (is that a word??), more gross, as i see that the suds that are dripping off of spook are like a rusty, brown-orange color, due to all the flea poop/dried blood....lovely! what could be worse...oh when he shakes and flings it all over the kitchen!!! did i mention i had a basket full of clean dishes sitting on the counter.......YES, great!!! so i am getting beyond grossed out....so i look at the clock, since this stuff has to sit for about 5 minutes. i look at his poor eyes, and there are, i am not exaggerating, about a billion fleas on his face, all by his nose and eyes, everywhere....so now i TOTALLY freak out, i shove his face under the faucet...he then freaks out, probably thinking i am trying to drown him.....he keeps jerking, i keep trying to submerge his face and get those fuckers, so then i like douse his face in the shampoo....which you aren't supposed to really use in the face (eyes, ears, nose mouth area)...well he is covered.....he is blowing bubbles from his nose (once again, no joke). then i am freaking out cause i have it in his eyes, so i am trying to rinse his eyes off, without rinsing the rest of it off........oh it was just one big fuck ball!!! he eventually chilled, either he was scared, or half dead by that point. i got him rinsed, then was trying to pick all the damn dead fleas off him, there were just so many, i had to give up and go check on my poor child to make sure he wasn't half way to pennsylvania by now.

thank god that was all over!!! whew!!! so i was all happy.........he was all nice and soft and shiny....

cut to next morning.....i got to get clay's breakfast ready. my legs tickle......i look.........there are fucking fleas all over my legs!!!!! ok damn it! i freak out once again. i get that awful citrus stuff i wrote of before, and sprayed the hell out of my kitchen floor....there were quite a few!!!!! i am assuming the bastards jumped off of him while i was bathing him, or they flew off during his shaking.

i was pissed! that spray shit is oily. so i sure couldn't leave my kitchen floor like that!! (it is tile) so then i had to mop the bitch, which i don't do. you actually need to get on your hands and knees to make it look nice, which i definitely don't do....so i have no mop! had to send bob to get one. my floor officially looks like shit now. at least before when it looked like shit with all the cat hair, crumbs and what not, it was shinny. now it is all dull, with that, "you need to get on your knees bitch!" look. oh well, it will just have to stay dull looking.

i still haven't looked for my other cat. there is no way i could attempt the above with him. not only does he HAVE claws, he is much bigger, so i can only imagine the joy that that would bring.

i did get some new drop shit for their necks, so maybe i will go look for him sunday. if i find him, bob can help me and we can attempt the thing in the bathtub and clean him up all good.

oh well, quit laughing at me! i was so stressed after all that shit! god, why do i have animals?!?!?!?