Hmmm...........gets bucket of water and sponge ready....calls...Angel, come here Angel, come on stinky-bum furball.....GET IN HERE!
Shuts bathroom door.
Alrighty, let me help you out here. Lie down. Takes hold of scruff and flips cat onto his side, checks bum/tail area.
Cat wriggles. Oh the indignity of it all.
Sponge, sponge, sponge, swish, rinse, sponge, sponge, sponge, swish rinse, sponge.
Poor Angel's bum and tail is so wet by now, but I'm still sponging, determined to get him clean, because around this time of day, he likes to get on my bed for a nap.
And he's not getting on my bed with that in his tail hair!
I just washed that quilt cover last week.
An occasional quietly outraged mmrrrow is heard but I just shush him gently and Angel lays still while I sponge him off.
As soon as he is clean, I open the door and he takes off out to the back porch to get over it.
He's almost used to this procedure by now, I don't even have to put on the long, leather rose-pruning gloves anymore.
I wash my hands a couple of times, clean up the sponge, bucket and floor, then wash my hands again with