Now remember I'm crazy but as Brad always says I'm the good kind of crazy. Who bathes a cat regularly? Me! Yes, indeed. For many months she watched her brothers get baths. Then one day I thought I'd throw in with them. Low and behold she stayed.
She now patiently waits her turn. It's the funniest thing. Brad's still in disbelief concerning me bathing our cat-daughter. Cats keep themselves clean, she doesn't need to be bathed. However, I like treating her the same as the boys. No favorism and she seemed to be curious that one day a few months back so I tossed her in. She's been getting regular baths for months now. She shares a towel with Simon. Poor thing doesn't get her own towel. Only because I don't want to use up 3 towels every time. Her and Simon happily share one.
I think to her it's just normal. The day Brad found her and brought her home we gave her a bath 3 times that night. She was such a mess! So many mites were eating at her. She got lots of baths during her first few days with us. She likely began to assume it was going to be the nightly routine. As can be understood that in the here and now getting her to line up with her brothers when it's bath time isn't that difficult of a task. Check out the pic below, after her bath she's eager to check herself over and get all her hair going in the right direction again. :)
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