As I mentioned in yesterday’s blog post, it was my plan to scrub down the foster room and then bathe alllll 748 kittens.
It took me more than 3 hours. I am not sure I have it in me to do this every 3 days. I’m either going to do it less often (spot-treating in between, of course) or do 4 kittens one day and the next. Hmm. Or I could do 3 kittens per day. We’ll see.
Once their room was scrubbed and mopped and all their toys were wiped down, I went into the bathroom to get the hard part started. I decided to start with the kitten I suspected would give me the most trouble, then move on to the other kittens. I thought I could get all 9 of them wet down, shampooed, and set in the bathtub before my 10-minute timer went off (the shampoo has to stay on them for 10 minutes before rinsing), but ha ha NO. I was in the middle of the 5th kitten when my timer went off. So I rinsed and dried the kittens, then put them in their room (where crates with heated beds were located) before moving on to the remaining 4 kittens.
Any guesses who was the first kitten – the one I suspected would give me the most trouble (and I was right)?
This was the first group of five:
Once Dexter, Calais, Bethel, Kenny and Arundel were back in their room I started on the smaller kittens. Millie was first, followed by Eliot.
So all in all it went well. The kittens didn’t love the whole bath thing, but I managed to get it done with only a couple of scratches – the most painful one being one that feels exactly like a paper cut on the end of my pinky finger. I’m going to call the day a success!
(And no, Fred didn’t help me. He was working, and I kind of had a rhythm going, I think he would have only been in the way. He actually had a pretty important work call going on while I was bathing the smaller kittens, and said he couldn’t hear them at all, could only hear me talking to them. Yep, that sounds about right!)
2017: Roux put on her Ears of Annoyance and said “No, seriously. Lady, make it stop.”
2016: We are here at Crooked Acres, where we’ve secretly replaced a kitten with this Squirrel Monkey in a kitten suit. Let’s see if anyone can tell the difference!
2014: Jake was all, “Where’d they COME from?!”
2013: “Oh. I didn’t know YOU were up there.”
2012: “I put on my Stranger Danger floof, and I arched up and I gave the STRANGER a look so he’d know not to mess with me.”
2011: That’s quite the little pile of kittens, no?
2010: No entry.
2009: No entry.
2008: I adore this picture, because it looks like Zoe is airborne, that the purple thing is the rug and she’s in a mid-air Matrix move.
2007: Break my heart, why dontcha?
2006: No entry.
2005: I swear, Oy bounces around so bright-eyed and full of energy that it’s hard to get him to stand still.