Revenge

Our cat doesn’t know how to clean himself. Which is so freakin’ annoying. He’ll spend just a few minutes licking himself because he is a cat and that’s what cats do, not because he is actually cleaning himself. So I gave him a bath after I washed Django yesterday. Aparently he is not a curious kitten anymore, because he actually wasn’t thrilled about being in the water. Then, the stupid thing wouldn’t lick himself dry. He just lay in a corner of my cold home shivering and wet for about an hour. I never knew a cat that wouldn’t lick himself dry. So, me and my crazy head decided I would try to dry him. He was already super agitated, then when he saw the hair dryer he was freakin’, so I put it away, but that didn’t ease his tense, and when I went to dry him, this happened:

Adam fixed me right up though, but it ached all night. I can’t believe I pushed the buttons of an agitated cat. Stupid me. However, I do have the ultimate revenge: He is, at this moment in time, at the vet getting neutered – HAHAHAHAHA! How do you like them apples?? Huh?! Oh, I still feel bad, I hope he isn’t in too much pain, just a little, but not too much. =)