Sensing that I was about to radically change his worldview as I picked him up, he struggled and mewed when I put him into the sink but pretty much calmed down once I started spraying. There was a feeling of camaraderie here -- I said "Hey, kid, we're all in this together" as he let me wash his backside and I think he understood. The feeling, at least. I tried to keep him around so I could towel him off but he decided it was time to go, so he hopped down and ran off while I grabbed in vain for the towel that wasn't there. I had to hunt him down with a few paper towels instead.
Now there's assorted puddles around I have to clean up, one interesting spot near the catbox itself, and probably something under my bed that I'll need to tackle with the Nature's Miracle and some mop-like apparatus. And I wonder why nobody visits.
On the other hand, I have a syringe full of Sample which I shall be dropping off at the vet's on my way to ArtBeat today. If I could just find a specimen jar for it...
