We recently gave Kiwi the cat a bath. Because he has a very small brain, and thinks it is OK to sleep in his litter box all the time. Even after using it. Yes, it is gross. No, I have not been able to train him otherwise. "Look Kiwi, a really nice box, right next door, full of blankets and pillows and other such fluff. Wouldn't you like to sleep in THERE?"

No, he'd rather climb back into the litter box. I'm not sure what sort of problem this is in a cat, but I'm pretty sure he could benefit from a bit of kitty counseling. (He once ran away because the wind blew too much. Must have been at least a light breeze.) Sigh...

Back to the bath. It went much better than expected. If it had been Stinky the Cat, I am quite certain I would now have much shorter arms. But Kiwi, he just went comatose, curled up in his standard, Pill-bug form (a tight ball), and went with it. Sometimes a cat with the combined IQ of old shoe leather and a brown twig is easier to deal with than one with some sort of upper-level learning degree. Now if I can only get him to quit using his 'fluff box' as a litter box too. I think I need a long nap.