WHAT I DID WITH MY SUNDAY AFTERNOON:

We HAD to. Her head smelled like pee. All the time.

Although we had to wash her, I suppose I didn't have to take so much delight in it. Oops!

Dried her in a towel and then with the blow dryer. Yes. I blow-dried my cat. It is a new low.

WE ARE NOT ALWAYS THAT MEAN TO THE CATS, SEE:

They are so wee, it takes two of them to fill up my lap.

Pigeon is perfectly capable of washing Squid, just not herself.