The other day Lena was over the house when Othello, our Lazaras male kitty came home after several days of bordello hopping. Sometimes we don't see Othello for weeks and then other times he stays close to home. Often, we get a call from Mr. Dawes, an artist who lives on the other side of the pond, that Othello is hold up in his artist studio/barn. I think Othello wants to be an artist or maybe he just likes hanging out there to see the nudes Mr. Dawes paints.
Well anyhow, the other day he came home and he smelled to high heaven....not only that, he was covered with mud from head to toe. Lena said we should bathe him. I thought she was crazy....Othello is not the kind of guy that would take to showering without a fight. Actually, I've never bathed a cat. Sophia and Ophelia take care of cleaning themselves. I had no clue about how one would do it without getting clawed to shreds. But Lena wanted to have a go at it. I couldn't help but think of that song from the musical South Pacific, "I'm going to wash that man right out of my hair".
The finished product....voila
Will he stay this way long? I doubt it. He's a man about town.