I took the cat to the car-wash yesterday. Not the car, just the cat. I left the car at home and we walked. Or rather I walked and Sylvia was dragged. Sylvia never was fond of leashes, but I insisted. We went through the automated car wash together. I held her snugly in my arms as we were sprayed by high-pressure nozzles with extremely hot water and pummeled with brushes and enormous rags.
I squeezed my eyes shut and held my hand over her head when the soap came.
When we came out we were squeaky clean. I was covered in bloody scratches. I must say that Sylvia didn’t seem to appreciate the experience very well, but I was oddly peaceful, happy, and even moderately elated.
Isn’t it wonderful the joy that our pets can bring?
Sylvia was Sally’s cat. Have I told you about Sally?