(My mother’s Siamese cat, Missy, went up a brick wall when we flea-dipped her–when she was seventeen years old. She also tore my mother up as she went.)

Indrid was the best-natured cat I have ever bathed.

I got very lucky, Boo and Alice!

The 1/2 bath happened after Leo somehow managed to get himself tangled up in a sticky bug strip; he ran all around the house yowling because he was ‘being chased’ (the sound of the end piece clunking as he ran LOL).

Because I was scared, and didn’t think of dressing up like a biker hee hee, plus the adhesive strip was mostly stuck to his back, I put him across my shoulder and washed him with a soapy washcloth. The massaging action soothed him, plus not being dipped helped a lot. I went through a few more washclothes getting the soap off.

The other three times were young cats, a bit younger than what Indrid looks like. They had so many fleas, and I’d just washed the dog with Dawn dishwashing soap because of an email tip that it killed fleas (it did an incredible job, MUCH better than any flea shampoo).

But I knew I wouldn’t be able to use the washcloth trick on them for a flea bath, so I asked hubby since he grew up on a farm and he said he would hold them by their scruff/nape while I washed them.

It worked! They went into a ‘duh’ zone with a zombie look in their eyes ROFL. He dunk them in a five-gallon plastic bucket, then I bathed them, dunked again, and into the towel. Once hubby released the scruff, they were back to normal. The Dawn worked great for their fleas also…yay no more pesticide shampoo!