Thankfully the Zebra!kittens have never needed bathing. I think even I (allowed to perpetrate acts such as wiping pooey bottoms & removing sleep from eyes & cleaning teeth & checking paws) would need armour to attempt that one, for all they quite like sitting in the bath when it's a wee bit damp...
On 1st of Jan 2013 a decision was made. Due to the arrival of DD (12) the flat had been transformed into a bomb site of glitter with a pervading reek of nail varnish. GruberCat Prince of Darkness had unfortunately got in the way of the GlitterFairy and was a black glittery Fat Furball.
In the litter box one morning CatSlave 1 (DH) was greeted with the amazing sight of a sparkly turd!
So. I donned Kevlar sleeves, Kevlar apron and Kevlar gloves (luckily I work in a factory) toyed with putting on my motorcycle crash helmet as well
I ran the bath. Enticed an unsuspecting GruberCat Prince of Darkness in using treats and shut the door.
The noise he made was like one of those tubes we had as kids that used to groan as you inverted it. The rage and the swearing in Cat that I was subjected to!
He looked like Mr Bigglesworth after he was done!
Oh the dignity that was lost and can never be recovered!
If he knew I'd told you all he would be plotting further ways of causing my demise.