The Fur is Flying

Well today we came to a halting realization today, we will also have to bathe P on occasion. All rational convention would suggest that we may even want to do it more often than we bathe our four furry children, which is about once every 6 months. But of course P probably won't fight it tooth and nail, or at least not until the age of 2. So that at least is a plus. Now back to the bathing of the cats. This evolution took major preparation, planning and deceit to accomplish, and they still are probably plotting our demise. 

So the Evolution began with us luring them out onto the patio so we could cut their nails, then we staged the towels and got into bathing suits, and then moved them to the bathroom. They immediately knew what was up and began attempting to flea across the border into mexico. The next stage was probably most traumatic for all involved, the actual washing of the cats. One was washed at a time while all four treated us to the symphony of yowls you would expect if you were to put two cats in a sack and tie the sack up. Not pleasant at all. Finally we had to attempt to dry them which end with us getting the majority of water off them and putting them outside. Oh and by the way one decided to give me some additional practice at being a father and peed on me as I took her back outside. Overall an unpleasant experience that left me smelling of pee, Amanda's legs sliced up from bathing, and four pissed off cats that are probably going to trip us down the stairs if we are not careful. So if you don't here from us please come look in our windows to make sure we're not lying in a heap or being dragged into the preserve. If bathing a baby is half as challenging I think we will be ok, at least if we attempt it as a team, but all bets are off if we chance it alone.