You Will Be Washed!
The other night, Mac was in one of the kitty beds on the human’s bed. She’d already had great fun chasing her tail and flipping on her back and tossing toys in the air like a river otter playing with a stone. The Big Guy came up for a visit with the human. After getting the proper number of pets and kisses, he sauntered over and jumped into the kitty bed with the reclining Merkitty, who’d mellowed out and was behaving herself. For some reason, he got it in his head that she needed a bath. He flopped on top of her (mind you, he weighs at least twice what she does) and held her down with those big Caesar paws. Not surprisingly, the Merkitty objected and those wickedly sharp scimitars and teeth appeared and she started pressing the Big Guy back.
That didn’t stop him for long. He just wrapped his forepaws around her tighter than before and started trying to wash the gyrating body beneath him. That caused the Merkitty to fight even harder. Her victory was short lived.
Just like the Borg, resistance is futile when Caesar decides you need bathing. Whether from fatigue or resignation, she finally surrendered and got a good tongue-washing.
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