The cat weighing in at 10 pounds, and me, well I won’t say what I weigh in at, struggled for control. Thank goodness for opposable thumbs, that really gave me the advantage. Not to mention my cunning wit and keen sense of strategy. The cat and I engage.
The first moments of realization for her that the sink was filled with water was a shock to say the least and the deep guttural meows of displeasure of her predicament yielded to the end result of a rather wet and clean cat.
After a good towel drying, I knew I must make peace with the cat. What could that be? Talking wasn’t working; the promise of a good brushing was not working either. Ah HA! Tuna, a cat’s weakness will be the ultimate bribe. She still will not look me straight in the eye but I know I made a dent in the forgiveness wall with the offering of tuna fish. So folks, if you have a cat and the animal needs a bath, have a can of tuna at your fingertips. I will let you know if she plots my demise tonight while I am sleeping. I may have to lock the bedroom door.