Pet wipes. Certainly not something that you aim to purchase when going into a store to do shopping. It was certainly not on my “list” but last year sometime I had picked up a package of these pet care wipes that were at the impulse-section of a checkout at my local store. Heck, at the time I had my cats (still do), pet rats (since died), gerbil (still got) as well as others. Sure, I can use all the help I can get to keep them clean! However, after purchasing them they’ve sat in my bathroom on a shelf ever since. Unused. Unopened. Always noticed by its green color packaging material, but never quite got to the point of fulfilling my promise of trying them out to see if they do any good.
(I still have a bottle of scented cat shampoo that my mom had picked up for me on a trip down south like… a year or two ago?... that I have yet to use. Bathing my cats? That’s a whole different story altogether that deserves its own blog…)
This morning before work I was attempting to go to take my shower and get ready. However, as I passed into the bathroom I looked over at the bed in the bedroom and Sylvester was acting crazy like he always does. I was engaging in a conversation with him about the birds that were chirping on the street light just outside our windows (a pair of crows, btw) and he decided that he wanted to be picked up and held. So he wandered to the edge of the bed like he was going to jump up for me to hold him. Initially I was not going to, but I figured that I had a few minutes before I had to jump in the shower. But since he was not confident about jumping up from where he was sitting, he decided he wanted me to stand in front of him so he can do his thing where he stretches up my front, puts his paws basically up over my shoulder and expects me to pick him up. To understand this better: think of a little child reaching up to an adult in hopes that they’ll pick them up. So I picked him up and was cuddling with him as he did his crazy antics. But then… well….to save a few words, I could tell that he was a bit stinky and unclean. Ummmm….
So as I was brushing my teeth before getting in the shower I kept eyeing that green package of animal wipes. Sylvester, who was now wandering in and out of the bathroom, listened to me tell him that I should try some of those wipes on his bottom to clean him up. So when I was done brushing and I grabbed the package, I had to locate Sylvester sitting in the middle of the living room floor kinda in front of the couch. I eyed him, pointed my finger at him, and motioned for him to come here as I had something to show him. That’s all it took as I went into the bathroom and soon he came wandering in to see what treat he was getting. It was additionally funny because Whiskers wandered in thinking “Oh, Jay’s handing out treats! Oh yah!” Uh huh.
Coaxed Sylvester up on top of the toilet where he was at a good height. He had no idea what was going on until I had a wipe in my right hand, was holding down his shoulders with my left hand and began wiping all around under his backside.
I had to hold back the laughter.
When I was done, I threw the wipe in the trash receptacle beside the toilet and stood there. Sylvester didn’t run off immediately like I thought he would. He sat there on the toilet lid for a few seconds just kinda watching me. Eyeing me. Wondering what the heck he did to deserve having his butt wiped. Then he slowly jumped down off the toilet and began to saunter on out of the bathroom. I turned to watch him and nearly broke out in laughter again when I saw…. Whiskers and Porkey were sitting literally just inside the bathroom door watching. Sylvester made his way around them and out into the bedroom. Whiskers and Porkey remained sitting there wondering what was going on too. (Like there had to be an audience.)
“Ok… who’s next? Who wants their butt washed now?” I proudly asked them. Without a split second of hesitation, Whiskers and Porkey both took off out of the bathroom, into the bedroom and then out into the living room. No one was going to offer themselves up.
After my shower while I was getting my things together for work, I watched Sylvester sitting on one of the cats’ favorite places to lay in the living room in one of the windows. Stretched out he was enjoying the sunlight, and cleaning himself. (Did he not realize the shades were open and people outside could see him?!) I teased him about getting his butt wiped and if he was finding himself all fresh-n-clean now. Several times I got the cold, glazed stare back from him looking at me from across the room.
Hey, I wasn’t the stinky one.
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