It's the cat's ass, baby.

We've got a cat named Gunny. She's sweet, she's getting old, she's overweight and diabetic and requires insulin twice a day. She also has forgotten how to shit.

She still does it, and frequently, but she doesn't cover the poop up anymore. She also doesn't squat when she goes, so it ends up stuck all over her butt. And being a longhaired cat, she can carry a lot of poop around with her. And STINK? My God.

So once every couple of weeks (not more often because it really stresses her out), I have to give her a bath. I hold her down in the water and let her soak to loosen the dried poop. Then I shampoo her and wrap her in a towel and hold her for a while to calm her while some of the water is soaked up by the towel. Meanwhile, she yowls like she's being set on fire.

She likes to sleep on R's desk while he works. When she reeks, he can't stand it. So today was bath day.

Right this minute, there is a cat that hates me sitting in the other room.