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I'm a bloody mess...

Yesterday, I helped wash a friends cat.

Not a cute little kitty — frequently groomed, pampered and fed a gourmet diet of braised liver, merlot and salmon — but a big ass feral male tiger that must go a good twenty pounds. ‘Cuddles’ — a misnomer if there ever was one — sees a brush but rarely and water may as well be magma.

I imagine using tomato juice and baking soda rather than water and a fingernail brush rather than a loofah may have been mitigating factors, but for whatever reason, this cat was not a happy critter. We tried, we really tried, but at a certain point it came down to a stressed cat or a blind Al. I had no idea they went for the eyes. Then, after chasing a wet cat around the house for a bit, we realized that we had accomplished absolutely nothing.

However, I did learn that the only thing worse than the smell of skunk is tomato juice and skunk.