I knew if I even wanted to get her into the bathroom, I'd have to be stealthy. I got the bath water & towel ready & then waited a bit. After spending a bit on the computer, I called the cat. She looked over at me & squeaked. I talked to her cheerfully as I walked over to pick her up. She let me do so with ease. I thought maybe this would be easier than I had first thought. But as we got close to the bathroom I felt her claws sink into my shoulder & she began to wriggle. Maybe not.
With great effort I opened the bathroom door while still holding the now flailling feline. Once we got in the bathroom she began squeaking & screaming (this cat doesn't know how to meow) & clawing at anything she could, namely my arms. Once I got her in the tub, she seemed to be resigned to her fate & sat nicely. I breathed a sigh of relief & reached for the shampoo. At that moment she took a flying leap out of the tub. I saw her out of the corner of my eye & threw myself in her path. Water splashed everywhere as she slammed into my front & slid back into the tub. She's a tricksy cat, she is. After that, shampoo went well. As I was rinsing her, she made another jump, this one landed her on my head. I too tardily grabbed for her & caught her as she landed on my head, her front claws hooked on the back of my shirt, & her back legs dangled in front of my face. She began furiously trying to climb down my back, but I had finally gotten a good hold on her middle & she only succeeded in bunching up my shirt around my shoulders. I began yanking on her, trying to detach the disgruntled cat from my head. With her claws still firmly embedded in my flesh, I managed to slid her from my back, down my neck, until her claws caught on the back of my ears & she would go no further. We were in a stalemate. Pull as I might, I couldn't get her to move & struggle as she would, she made no progress. We both realized our predicament & stopped fighting. As I knelt there, I thought about my situation & how I must look. There I was kneeling over a bath tub with a soaking wet cat laying belly down on my head, her claws hooked to the back of my ears & her feet dangling in front of me. I was soaked, now, too, & my clothes were disheveled. I began to laugh. And laugh & laugh. My whole body shook with convulsions as I cracked up at the thought of my ridiculous situation. This turned out to be a pretty good thing, because it loosened Emery's hold & I was able to abstract the still irrate kitty from my head without too much more damage to my epidermis (& dermis!). The rest of the bath went fairly uneventful, though she gave me a look that could only be interperated one way. It was a look of, "I am going to kill you in your sleep." *Sigh* The love of a cat.
Why do cats hate water so much?