Merry Christmas, Folks!  And while you’re at it, have yourselves a Happy New Year, too!

I currently am sitting on the bathroom floor keeping Katya company. I figure, if somebody soaked me to the skin with an obnoxious solution and left me in a cat carrier in the bathtub to dry off, I’d want some company.

I just finished dipping her in a lime sulfur dip to get rid of her ringworm.  Two ounces of the stuff in a quart of water. I also got dipped in the process; it was a communal effort.  I had to get her wet to the skin; she had to hold on to the  edge of the pink hospital pan to keep me from doing it easily.    I am hoping that the bright yellow will come out of the bra.  If not, I may be embroidering little daisies on it.  Or, now that I think of it, maybe just one BIG daisy.

When I first sat on the edge of the tub, she was purring, just like she was at the vet’s today as they were holding her for the feline leuk test.  Now she’s complaining and sitting as far back in the carrier as possible so as to not make eye contact.

I had seen the way she reacted to the vet tech who did her dip in the Washburn shelter where we picked her up.  It was not a warm reception.

Sniff, sniff. And now she’s pooped in the carrier.  Nice try, Katya, but I can’t let you out until you’re dry.

So,  lime…sulfur…poop.   Fragrance City.

Other that right now, we’ve had a good time with Katya. She doesn’t complain when I leave her in the quarantine room by herself. I turn on 99.5 classical public radio. She’s eating just fine, drinking the right amount of water and her litter box skills have been stellar, other than just now.

I wish I could take her out and towel her off, but then that would negate all the communal effort discussed heretofore.

I’ll sign off for tonight. Big dinner tomorrow with the relies; always look forward to that. Great food, smart conversation, big laughs, and warm hugs.

Katya is waving goodbye. No, she’s trying to undo the door latch. Lance would be proud!

Love,

Janet