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Animal Crackers Club
A chapter in the book Cat Tales
Shampoo and a Facial
by damommy
When I first got PC, he was the tiniest kitten I’d ever seen. He could lay in my hand with room to spare. He was in a box with two ginger kittens, both twice as big as he was, and his little eyes were all matted and glued shut. I knew no one would take him. So I did. He has truly been a blessing as well as a source of entertainment and amazement.
There are so many things he does that fascinate me. One is the time he kept jumping up the door. I was afraid he’d come down on the doorknob and hurt himself, but he kept at it. Finally, he touched the lintel. That was it. That was what he wanted to do. When he had reached it, he walked away and never did it again.
Another time, he couldn’t reach a hook on a door. He pushed a box over, climbed on the box, and flipped the hook up. He was just a kitten when he did that.
I’ve always washed my hair in the sink, and he would climb up my leg until he could reach the counter to sit and watch me. One day, on a whim, I put a little shampoo on my finger and rubbed it between his ears, rinsed it, and towel dried his head. Then I proceeded to wash his face. He liked it!
In May, he’ll be thirteen years old, and I watch him like a hawk for any signs of illness or trouble. I give him an antibiotic shot bi-weekly to stave off the kidney infections he’s prone to have.
He keeps inventing things to entertain himself, and me. But his favorite thing remains his “shampoo and a facial.”
When I first got PC, he was the tiniest kitten I’d ever seen. He could lay in my hand with room to spare. He was in a box with two ginger kittens, both twice as big as he was, and his little eyes were all matted and glued shut. I knew no one would take him. So I did. He has truly been a blessing as well as a source of entertainment and amazement.
There are so many things he does that fascinate me. One is the time he kept jumping up the door. I was afraid he’d come down on the doorknob and hurt himself, but he kept at it. Finally, he touched the lintel. That was it. That was what he wanted to do. When he had reached it, he walked away and never did it again.
Another time, he couldn’t reach a hook on a door. He pushed a box over, climbed on the box, and flipped the hook up. He was just a kitten when he did that.
I’ve always washed my hair in the sink, and he would climb up my leg until he could reach the counter to sit and watch me. One day, on a whim, I put a little shampoo on my finger and rubbed it between his ears, rinsed it, and towel dried his head. Then I proceeded to wash his face. He liked it!
In May, he’ll be thirteen years old, and I watch him like a hawk for any signs of illness or trouble. I give him an antibiotic shot bi-weekly to stave off the kidney infections he’s prone to have.
He keeps inventing things to entertain himself, and me. But his favorite thing remains his “shampoo and a facial.”
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