Chocolate kitty

I've been around cats my whole life but never in my life have I had to bathe a cat. That changed today.

I came home on my lunch break as Matt was incapacitated after surgery and I had to check on Matt and the kids. I took Mojo on his usual walk, and then took my time to actually eat lunch. Of course, I was running late at this point.

I had my shoes, coat and sunglasses on and was heading back to my car. Gunnar is meowing up a storm and I ignore him. I hear him use the potty and wonder if he was telling me he needed to go potty. Maybe he wanted praise?

I kiss Matt goodbye and as I turn around and face the garage, I laugh at the site of Gunnar butt scooting along the floor. By the time I reach the back door by the garage, I bend down to kiss Gunnar goodbye and I notice that he smells horrible and there's some chocolate on the table runner he was just sitting on. I look at the floor he just scooted across and there's a solid chocolate trail leading from the litter box to the table.

I quickly grab up the cat before he gets on anymore furniture. I turn him over and am horrified to see the poopiest cat butt I have ever seen.

"I need help" I barked at Matt and I hurriedly ran to the upstairs bathroom to clean up chocolate kitty. Usually I would change into rags, but there wasn't time so I threw a bathrobe on over my work clothes.

Matt (hobbly on one leg) held the kitty down while I washed and washed and washed the kitty.

It was awful and never-ending! I held his but under the water and soaped him up. I scrubbed and scrubbed and couldn't get him clean. He was crying, struggling, wondering what he did to deserve this torture. He was all skinny and scraggly and sad from the water. I kept squirting more puppy shampoo on him. Matt screamed to just douse him in shampoo, so I squirted half the bottle on him. There were bubbles galore, but finally we got him clean enough. He smelled like shampoo and it took quite some time to rinse all the suds off. He wasn't patient enough to let us dry him off, but with Matt home, I hoped he would plop down on a towel or blanket somewhere.

When I got home, he was mostly dry and he smelled great, like a clean puppy :)

That night, I was making chocolate-covered oreo's as favors for my sister's baby shower for the 45 people who RSVP'd. I had about 50 cookies dipped when my sister came over to help. I told her that her job was to keep Gunnar out of the kitchen. He was staying out of the kitchen and we had about five trays of freshly-dipped molten oreo's on the table, when Gunnar snuck past my sister. He went to investigate the cookies and sat on about five of the cookies and got chocolate in his fur !!!!

I did not want to bathe him twice that day, so I pinned him in the bathroom sink and wiped off al the chocolate I could and then got the rest off with a damp towel. Hopefully I got rid of enough of the chocolate. I just hope the dog doesn't lick him.

And yes, I threw all of those cookies off.