katesmash

*sigh*sips her wine*sigh*

So, I just finished bathing my cat.
Yes, I know it sounds weird, but she was really dirty.
Yes, I know she's just going to get dirty again.
Yes, I know cats clean themselves.
But, like I said, she was reaaaallly dirty.

Sassy is an excellent kitten outside of the tub.
Sassy is a fairly well behaved kitten inside the tub.
But she is REALLLY loud. Poor baby. She bleats like a sheep.
It's okay. I survived. With only a few small scratches.
Although she was pissed at first, I came down to grab the glass of wine I am drinking now, and she was following me around. She knows what I'm doing will make her feel better, so she tolerates it for the most part. Which I respect her for.

Question:
Do I love my cat too much if I get in the tub with her to help keep her calm and to not feel so bad?
Do I love my cat too much if I use my hair dryer to help dry her off?
Do I love my cat too much if I talk to her and coax her and mock her pitiful meowing?

Speaking of cats...
I had the weirdest dream last night.
I was in a building that was going to self destruct and I decided I was going to save the cat I heard in a part of the building which I had shut down myself because I had murdered my ex Kevin in there and left the body to rot. I recently had gone passed that portion of the building and I heard horrible meowing. Sad meowing. So, I decided I was going to save the kitten.

So I crawl into the dilapidated part of the building, find out the cat isn't a domestic cat but a white lion cub. The same age and size as the one in this picture:

I follow the cub into a corner and manage to grab a hold of it, and she's heavy. She's fighting me the entire time, worse than my cat in the bathtub. Then I see another cat, a black cat that's been badly beaten up, like my friend Pat's cat, Wish. But this cat was bigger and sleeker than a domestic cat, and it's ears were similar to that of a caracals, with the longer tipped ears. Like the image below, just all black.


I was scared of him for whatever reason. He had human eyes, and I guess that's what caused me to think that he was a reincarnation of my ex and that the cat was evil. Twice he tried to come with us out of that sector of the building, and twice I shoved him away. Each time I did, he looked sad. Finally, with a third try, he came up to me, and I looked into his eyes and felt bad. I apologized to him and gave him a good pet and let him out ahead of me. His eyes looked like this:
He was absolutely magnificent, yet covered in scabs and cuts and had missing lines of fur where scars had formed.

All three of us made it out of the facility alive, and when the dream ended, it felt like that black cat was a part of me that had returned. Like a part I had been ignoring, and it felt so good when I was holding that handsome kitty in my arms when we were safe. It was a good dream. It made me cry, honestly.