Hello, this is Boomer. The story I am about to tell you is a sad one. A tale of torture. A tale of pain and scratches (for Meomy). A tale of... bum bum bum... A BATH!!
It all began when meomy started acting funny and closing doors around the house... In the back of my little kitty mind, I KNEW what was about to go down, so I did what I do best:... begged for mercy... but despite my unfathomable adorableness and those little soft whimpers that usually make meomy melt, she persisted!! Before I could run and hide under the cushions of my chair I heard IT, the horrible sound of my TORTURE CHAMBER being prepared:
I tried to escape, I begged, I meowed, I tried to climb up meowmie's leg, but before I knew it, the door to freedom was closed in my face.
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I tried to give her the cold shoulder, hoping she would give up and leave me alone:
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But it was no good and I soon resorted to pointless pleading over my little wet shoulder:Fortunately, meomy did eventually tire of the water torture and decided to subject me to something slightly less terrible that she has a habit of annoyingly refering to as "The Pretty Kitty Cocoon"
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In the end, I survived, But maybe I won't be so lucky next time, so I invite my fellow feline friends to stand up and raise a paw with me in the fight against Bathtime!!!!
Who's with me?!? But as for now, excuse me, I have to lick myself until I'm dry and back to my beautiful old self. Thank you for your time.
Boomer
(with a little help in the typing department by Meomy)
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