So, Brad and I decided we had nothing else better to do last night than bathe the cats. Granted, both were filthy - Stitch's underside, which should be white, was brown. So, we ran out to the nearest store and finding they didn't have pet shampoo we just bought baby shampoo. Brad, as the official cat holder got suited up - long sleeves, raincoat and winter gloves. Threw Stitch into the bathtub. She wiggled but wound up resigning herself to it, while meowing the most heart-wrenching cries of despair. It was so sad! But she's clean. Shadow, however, wasn't going to just sit and take it. He thrashed and bit and hissed, but again, he's clean. When we took both of them out they were so cute and clingy. They just held on to us for dear life, probably thinking - what the hell was that?

Despite the fact we made their lives temporarily horrible for an hour last night, we're back to being friends and all is forgiven. Plus, they both smell so nice and have such clean fluffy fur!