Bad night for Monte kitty.
May. 20th, 2009 12:24 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
icarusRough night for Monte kitty.
First he gets his kitty treats from WG. So far so good.
Oooh, but they don't sit very well with him.* He makes a quick trip to the litter box.
Ten minutes later, he wafts by mom and dad for some snuggles and pets -- "Oh, ew, what's that smell? Get off of here!"
So he does what every self-respecting cat would do in his circumstance. The brown streak scootch.
Cue more noise from mom and dad -- "Hey! No!" He's confronted with swearing and grumbling. Then he's swooped up by mom and stuffed into the bathroom, where dad already has the dreaded tub running.
Nooooo!
He yowls at the door to be let out. No such luck. He's dipped in warm water, back legs struggling and kicking as mom and dad wash sticky poops off of him.
Finally he makes a break for it, dripping wet, his tail drawing a thin line of water all over the apartment. It takes him forty-five minutes to lick himself dry. Or at least damp.
He hops up onto the bed ... and is forced to sit at the foot of the bed, not on his favorite pillows.
To add insult to injury, from all that licking he ends up throwing up a hairball.
Man, what a night.
* WG has since thrown those treats away.
First he gets his kitty treats from WG. So far so good.
Oooh, but they don't sit very well with him.* He makes a quick trip to the litter box.
Ten minutes later, he wafts by mom and dad for some snuggles and pets -- "Oh, ew, what's that smell? Get off of here!"
So he does what every self-respecting cat would do in his circumstance. The brown streak scootch.
Cue more noise from mom and dad -- "Hey! No!" He's confronted with swearing and grumbling. Then he's swooped up by mom and stuffed into the bathroom, where dad already has the dreaded tub running.
Nooooo!
He yowls at the door to be let out. No such luck. He's dipped in warm water, back legs struggling and kicking as mom and dad wash sticky poops off of him.
Finally he makes a break for it, dripping wet, his tail drawing a thin line of water all over the apartment. It takes him forty-five minutes to lick himself dry. Or at least damp.
He hops up onto the bed ... and is forced to sit at the foot of the bed, not on his favorite pillows.
To add insult to injury, from all that licking he ends up throwing up a hairball.
Man, what a night.
* WG has since thrown those treats away.
