poor, poor Juniper

There was an Incident last night, evidently, that left one Juniper highly stinky.

So first order of business this morning was, yes, a bath.

Juniper's actually pretty good in the bath, after the first few minutes; he's even trustworthy to let go of for a few seconds before he figures out that nobody's making him stay and he tries to bolt. (Not the brightest cat in the world, really.) He does *not*, however, enjoy having his butt washed, and that was the bit that desperately needed washing.

After I let him out of the bathtub, he was so wet and miserable-looking...and non-fluffy. Half of his size is fluff, and it's really weird to see him with it all wetted down.

I released him from the bath when I was pretty sure his butt had been rendered non-stinky, and towel-dried him, another process he Does Not Enjoy. He then set to washing himself with a resigned air, like, Sigh. All wet. Hate life.

Greebo's all "Doooood. You're wet. Were you in the rain? That's dumb."

Juniper, of course, won't remember a thing an hour from now. That's the beauty of being a blissfully dim cat.