Cleaning up

In preparation for next week's fall formal/ housewarming party, I decided, tonight, to give Eska a bath. Well, in all honesty, I decided to give Eska a bath because she had my new property manager Kelvin's paint in her tail, and that would never do.

I think she kind of hated me for it: I'd already, earlier, taken her in to Abigail's Pet Spa on W 41st to have her nails trimmed. I'm pretty sure the last thing she expected when she woke up this morning was a day of grooming.

She was noisy with the spa staff, but they managed to get the job done relatively quickly.

I was unprepared for how completely terrified she is of the bathtub.

Ter.ri.fied. Scared shitless, poor baby.

She was not bad with me. Her shampoo bottle warned me to be prepared for the worst. "When wet and slippery, your pet is faster and smarter than you," it reads. I thought for sure she'd make a mad bee-line for the door. I can't say she didn't try, but she never put up much of a fight when I held her back. She howled during most of the process, and shivered (out of fear - the water was lukewarm, as recommended) throughout, but essentially, she was a good baby.

You're such a good baby, Skarri. I am sooooooooooooooo proud of my lil girl!

So it was another day of firsts for Eskarina and I. Perhaps now that she's endured worse, she won't wriggle so much when I brush her.