What is it about cats getting baths that is so damn funny?
Is it that their are finally stripped of their regal fur coats, like an emperor with no clothes, skin and bones and nearly naked. Is it just their incredible confusion at the whole process of being snatched up by the people who feed them to be dunked, squirted, shampooed, and dried with a towel?
Am I just a twisted bastard who remembers all the trouble my ex-gf’s cats have been in my earlier life. Like the one we took to the emergency vet to find out it wasn’t hit by a car, it had just been anally violated by an alley cat with poor aim, and was so pissed off that she shredded my arms trying to “rescue” her out of that bush. Or the other vengeful one who always managed to cough up hairballs on my pillow. Or that other useless princess of a cat who sat around all day thinking up novel ways to shed more hair onto and into everything I owned.
On the plus side, there was that one that liked to eat tinsel off the Christmas tree, and I got to watch my then-brand-new gf and her Mom chase around after him trying to pull a piece of tinsel out his ass without me noticing. That was a good cat.
Anyway – more pictures of cats getting baths here.
