Because Slash is so floofy,
the business of pooping can get a little messy for him.
Guess who gets the fun job of cleaning his butt?
Here's a little peek at the soapy drama I have to endure from his butt-washing:
With my arm strategically hooked under his chest and between his arms,
I lower Slash into a sink with warm running water.
Because his fur is so thick,
it takes a while for him to feel the water on his behind.
He usually starts out being oblivious and fairly relaxed...
To being rudely shocked and offended.
The first physical struggle is usually a weak one.
At this stage, he is merely testing the strength of my grip on him.
As his patience wears thin, the struggles get stronger and more violent.
It is at this time that I have to be careful because
he would have figured out an escape route.
A look of utter mischief confirms my fear.
In a flash, he is out of my arms and on top of my shoulders,
his wet butt dripping conditioner all over me.
The naughty boy won't even bother to leap off
where I would have a better chance of re-capturing him.
Instead, he cleverly stays perched on my shoulders and out of my reach.
With help from my startled friend Jennet, Slash is back in the sink.
I assure her that I am unhurt.
Apart from getting wet...
And having my top torn by his claws, I have not been mauled.
A sulky Slash surrenders himself finally and
allows me to finish up the butt bath without further drama.
The final stage in Slash's torment is a quick drying of his bottom
with a super absorbent microfibre towel.
Wet and grumpy, but poop-free and smelling like green apples,
I release him to freedom.
I'll give Slash some peace for now...
before tormenting him with a good brushing of his bottom later.
~5-Cat Style
Straight?
Bent?
... Amuse myself.
With my arm strategically hooked under his chest and between his arms,
Because his fur is so thick,
To being rudely shocked and offended.
The first physical struggle is usually a weak one.
As his patience wears thin, the struggles get stronger and more violent.
It is at this time that I have to be careful because
A look of utter mischief confirms my fear.
In a flash, he is out of my arms and on top of my shoulders,
The naughty boy won't even bother to leap off
With help from my startled friend Jennet, Slash is back in the sink.
Apart from getting wet...
And having my top torn by his claws, I have not been mauled.
A sulky Slash surrenders himself finally and
The final stage in Slash's torment is a quick drying of his bottom
Wet and grumpy, but poop-free and smelling like green apples,
I'll give Slash some peace for now...
Why do you prefer your books over me? Me! Your floofy, handsome son!
Fine! You leave me no choice but to burn your back with my laser eyes.
I have backup.
Slash isn't the easiest cat to brush.
But I have to give it my best shot because
I wish he understood that and would make it easy for me.
His protests usually begin with lots of grumbling.
They will then progress into a more violent form of struggling.
That is why I have to hug him in a very strategic pose.
When Slash finally tires himself out from all the fighting,
But not without pulling some extraordinary faces
When you are a man cat and sleeping...
And your stoopid sister takes up your leg room...
It is perfectly acceptable...
To use her body as a foot stool.
Mommy says that because I am so floofy, I make a great glass cleaner.
So she asked me to help her wipe clean the glass top on the coffee table.
I'm not sure I want to. Some of these stains look pretty dodgy.
Like this one!
Ewww... When was the last time you wiped the coffee table, Mom?
Slash was staring me down...
When Bronzy stumbled upon the scene.
She decided to give her brother a little love.
But Slash recoiled immediately...
Got up...
And swaggered away.
Poor Bronzy...
