Miles has had the sneezes for over a week. Big, spraying, far reaching cat sneezes that insure that most of my house is now covered with tiny snot particles. We’ve been to the v-e-t where he got an antibiotic shot and his symptoms have lessened, but after a big snotty sneeze today, I decided to steam him a bit in the bathroom.
The consistent vet advice for snotty cats is to lock them in the bathroom with you while you take a hot shower. The cat allegedly spends bathroom time breathing deeply so as to clear out those clogged passages.
Miles spent his time yelling at me from behind the shower curtain…until he fell in to the tub.
The very moment that I had soaped up my face, I heard and felt a pump jug of bath gel hit the bottom of the tub along with frantic scrambling noises. I could see just enough to give his booty a boost as Miles frantically tried to pull himself back out. Luckily he was mostly shielded by the curtain.
When I was done and could survey the wet cat damage, I found a soaked tail and flank with wet paws. However Miles had regained his cool and was just chillin’ on the rug hoping this indignity would end in food.
Miles is THE BABY. He loves tummy rubs, sun spots, and spooning at bedtime, but barely tolerates being picked up. He needed a Friday the 13th hug though.
