Bethany got a bath last Satuday. She was pretty good, considering she is nearly 14 years old and never had a bath in her life. She hissed at first, but I held her by the scruff of the neck (she's very tiny and light), and soon she was enjoying the warm water being splashed over her.
She wasn't too crazy about getting held under the spigot to be rinsed. Afterward, she enjoyed the warm air from the blow-dryer.
Next it was Twinkles' turn. Uh ... that didn't go as well.
She hissed and scratched my finger. I felt it down to the bone and had trouble getting the bleeding to stop. The next time I tried to put her in the tub, she bit my hand and that was it. Her toes got dipped in the water, and her bath was over.
To sum it up: Bethany was good and Twinkles was ... scared. My cats are never bad. Twinkles is a very gentle, loveable kitty and wouldn't do anything like that unless she was totally panicked.
Also, the instant Twinkles scratched & bit me, I immediately forgave her. Once again I was reminded of God's love. No matter what she does to me, I will never stop loving her, nor could I love her any less. I'll always be her mommy and she'll always be my baby.
Sandy