It's an old story. A bearded man finds love, a career, owls and fifteen hundred books in a part of the country he'd previously never anticipated even visiting. He learns to stop apologizing for his very pointed interest in the darkest aspects of life and comes to terms with his spirituality, which could be classified as "probably voodoo." He shares his home with a homonculus, an ocelot and a semi-feral catling and regularly interacts with federally protected birds.You know, that tired hat.
Sunday, September 04, 2005
Trauma at bathtime.
Balthazar, Lawd Jesus love him!, has as of yet to learn the subtle art of self-cleansing. Granted, he's like a month and a half old, but when you're playing with him...and you are laying down and he decides to come love on your face...and then he turns around...
Let's just say that being given "the chocolate spider" by a kitten is cute, but sweet weeping Jesus on the cross! What the eff have I been feeding him? It's not his fault.
Consequently, Balthazar has been having a bath twice a week. In the interim, baby wipes seem to be doing the trick.
Here he is, strenuously objecting to a cleansing session. He's so pitiful; he weeps like I have been molesting him with a pool cue. But when he gets all wrapped up in the towel, be purrs like a whore and all is well again.
I remain, as ever,
Dom
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2 comments:
Yeah? Well try having a 90 pound year-and-half old dog who has yet to discover the benefits of regular sphincter cleansing... bleck.
M
Thumpie used to need a bath like that too.... the good thing is that later in life when you want to give the cat a regular bath it doesn't bother them........
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