Cat story...Bathing The Cat... Part 1 posted 1/9/2009 1:50:08 AM | 1 kudo what's this?     report abuse tagged: cat, true story, bath

SpiritOrnery

Some of you know I am back with my ex boyfriend (JackfromtheBox) that lives in Wisconsin. He stays here for the winter. He loves my warm weather and claims to love me as well. Not so sure about the last part tho. We are good friends tho and he is helping me fix, clean and build stuff while he is here, for his rent.

Anyway, he has a cat. Named Cat. Unneutered male. The cat adopted him...feral cat. No matter what I do Jack refuses to fix the damn rowdy ass tom cat. Cat has a weeping abcess from a recent cat fight that I opened up to drain. He (Cat) woke me up 5 am this morning screaming at some other cat outside. I got up and yelled at him to come in and then told Jack he was going to have to keep the cat in the house at night no matter how bad he wanted out because this was the second time recently that he woke me up.

Cat has a blood chilling scream lately. I swear, it sounds like he is dying just since he got that weeping wound on his neck. So I freak when I hear it. I think he is being attacked on the same wounded spot and he is gurgling in pain. Of course, even tho I have asked Jack to take his cat into the vet for treatment, he has done NOTHING. If Cat dies, I will freak totally out. I like that cat and I think if people have pets, they should take care of them.

So, I am in the exercise room where I am cutting glass for a stained glass project and I hear this thump whoosh noise...and again....and again. I am sure it is his cat so I look out the sliding glass door and yeah, I can see him out there shaking his leg or something. So I holler at Jack to keep the cat in the house tonight... He hollers back..."If I see him out there".

"I see him out there now...go get him," sez I.

"Could you let him in for me?" he asks.

Grrrr, I am cutting glass and busy so I tell him, please get him yourself. He comes over and lets the cat in and remarks about his appearance. "You're all wet, Cat. What have you been doing?" Jack says. Hunh? I did not hear any rain so I look over my shoulder at Cat whose hair is plastered flat and appears to be soaking wet!

My first thought is, someone got pissed because he was fighting with their cat or raising hell outside their window and someone hosed him down...he was THAT wet. Or so I thought. So I tell Jack what I thought happened. I also said, "if you keep letting him out at night someone may kill him if he keeps fighting late at night. Lot of people hate cats. I have seen dead cats several times someone killed deliberately."

Jack went back to his book. Did not even go get a towel for the poor cat. I hear my dog on the other side of the dog gate...*sniff sniff..SNIFF...sniffsniff...SNIFF!" WTF? I look at the cat and wonder what my dog is smelling. Oh God, I hope no one doused him with gas! I have heard of horrible people doing that so I drop what I am doing and go stand over him and sniff... no gas smell but something smells weird.

I reach out a hand and touch him...look at my fingers and ACK...he is covered in MUD! Omg... and of COURSE, the little rat now has to go rub his sorry ass up against my light colored pants. I start yelping for Jack to PLEASE get me a towel, your fookn cat is covered in MUD! And the cat proceeds to try to jump on top of my glass and then he tries rubbing up against me again and Jack yells..."Any towel?"

"What? You have not left yet? BRING ME A TOWEL....NOW! He is getting mud everywhere!" Same question... "any towel?" "YESSSSSSSSSSSS!" Damnit. A woman would already BE here catching the muddy cat and hauling it off to the bathroom. I have all light colored carpet in the back so I am anxious that he not make mud tracks all over the house.

Jack FINALLY arrives with the perfect dark colored towel. Wheee! Love it! I grab the towel, start rubbing the cat who gets a lil pissed and I realize, this is SO not gonna cut it. He is slathered in mud. OMG! Argh. So I grab the cat, wrap him up in the towel and race to the back bathroom which is closest. Cat of course struggles. We make it there, him still in the towel and I have not gotten bitten OR scratched yet. Remember...he was a feral cat so I am concerned.

I have been bitten before by cats and let me tell you, if you have not, it fookn HURTS! And it takes a LONG time to heal. So I am doing my dangedest to keep from really scaring him so I won't get bit. I get in the bathroom, shut the door and start running water. The tub is nasty so I drop the cat and run out the back door to get a sponge then go back in and wash the tub out. Remember the weeping wound? Need to keep it sort of clean if possible.

To Be Continued... Copyright Jan 2009 SpiritEnergy

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