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Just kidding, folks. It's years since I bathed a cat but I didn't get scratched. I don't know what Vila had been rolling in, but it smelt awful, and he didn't seem too keen on washing it off, so we had to do it for him. There was some difficulty in getting him into the sink - I never knew a cat had so many legs.....
When I was laying parque flooring and there was I kneeling on the floor with sticky goo all over the place, Fred decided it was food time and you know cats. Sit in front of person until they get it, well cats and glue don't mix so it was blood bath at the OK Coral that day. I had to chase him for an hour before and at least I didn't have to cut much fur off.
Should have left him to stay still until the glue set - would have saved all that chasing at least...
While we're on about strange animals behaviour, there are two blackbird fledglings hiding out in my garden. One of them tried to perch on an oak seedling that has grown horizontally from under the hedge at the back - not very high but quite long and flat as it tries to find light. Unfortunately the oak was more flexible than it had realised, and also had less grip. The poor thing promptly swang (is that really the past tense perfect?) upside down and got trapped on its back. It then panicked so we had to go out and turn it right way up... It looked very embarrassed as it shuffled off afterwards.
This is the work of an Italian narco-anarchic collective. Don't bother insulting them, they can't read English anyway.
Reminds me of what once happened with my longest haired cat. There was a bright strip of gooey yellow fly paper hanging over the kitchen sink, and she jumped up at it, pulling it down on herself with a crash and a yowl that would curdle milk, followed by a mad flying dash around the kitchen. She then hid under the sideboard with this fly paper stuck to her back, and by the time I got her out she was hopelessly matted to it. I had to soak it off with "Goo B Gone" (one of those orange seed based solvents), and it took her a month to forgive me.
Cats blame you not only for the baths, but for the mishap occuring in the first place.