A rat-like, soggy kitten has no sense of humor. Laughing at one doesn't help my popularity, but how can you not laugh? Horror dawns on the little face as its toes touch the warm water in the porch sink. Then baby shampoo is applied and massaged into the fur, with even more water. Scrambling and crying, the baby twists and stuggles. Water flies everywhere. On to the rinse basin, where more water is poured over the tiny body with one hand, while the other firmly holds the victim.
I do try to keep water out of the ears, nose, and eyes, but struggling cats make it a challenge. When I finish the last one, I'm as wet as they are.
Art dries each with a soft towel, and makes much of his/her ghastly experience with the bath lady. They cling to him with relief and shoot "how could you" looks at me.
Think the bath lady is bad, babies? Tomorrow the claw trimming lady has planned a visit.
She comes while you're sleeping.