Cat bathing as a martial art

[Cinder & Smoke]

I *showered* Boots, da KAT, once - note: ONCE.

Seems da Boy was lounging in the falling wadder klozit - a favorite place - cool
in the summertime. I felt the need for a shower.

* I reached in, turned on the water and engaged the shower
* CLOSED the shower door
* Prepared to step in = took off all my armour-plated duds
* Opened the door annd got one foot/leg into the shower ...

* The Rest is only a blurr of Pain, Blood, a SCHREECHING Kat, and did I mention PAIN ...

Da TOTALLY DRENCHED KAT, with all his Knives fully extended, climbed my extended leg,
torso, chest, face and top of head --- then LEAPED up and did an acrobatic
manouver on the shower door frame, vaulted off and dashed down my
BACK-side - leaving red skid-marks all the way down.

I remember the Dawgs gathering to see if I Killed da KAT ...
then assisting in mopping the drippping blood.

I didn't *see* da KAT for several days; but every time I called his name
I'd hear the MOST UN-friendly growling & snarling sounds.

After a day or so most of my slash marks were only seeping; by the third day
I could stand up without passing out.

Da KAT's at the Bridge ;
but I STILL look in the shower before I turn ANY water on.

[Medusa]

"Psychoceramic", eh? Good one!

[catmandu]

I only bathed Cats a few times and I probably wont ever do that again. Even My MagnfiCat Moose and Mr Fluffy became raging Tigers when put close to a tub full of water!!!

[elminster20]

I tried bathing a cat once, about 6 years ago. If I look closely I can still pick out the scars on my arms and chest...

[momcat]

I love your post! I'm still laughing hysterically You sure know how to tell a story

I *showered* Boots, da KAT, once - note: ONCE.

Seems da Boy was lounging in the falling wadder klozit - a favorite place - cool
in the summertime. I felt the need for a shower.

* I reached in, turned on the water and engaged the shower
* CLOSED the shower door
* Prepared to step in = took off all my armour-plated duds
* Opened the door annd got one foot/leg into the shower ...

* The Rest is only a blurr of Pain, Blood, a SCHREECHING Kat, and did I mention PAIN ...

Da TOTALLY DRENCHED KAT, with all his Knives fully extended, climbed my extended leg,
torso, chest, face and top of head --- then LEAPED up and did an acrobatic
manouver on the shower door frame, vaulted off and dashed down my
BACK-side - leaving red skid-marks all the way down.

I remember the Dawgs gathering to see if I Killed da KAT ...
then assisting in mopping the drippping blood.

I didn't *see* da KAT for several days; but every time I called his name
I'd hear the MOST UN-friendly growling & snarling sounds.

After a day or so most of my slash marks were only seeping; by the third day
I could stand up without passing out.

Da KAT's at the Bridge ;
but I STILL look in the shower before I turn ANY water on.