Things I never imagined doing. The latest edition of my country life.
Button came in this morning covered in sticky mouse trap goo. She’s taken to hiding in the truck under the hood at night and we, being the clever country people we are, having previously placed said sticky gooey traps under the hood in an attempt to outsmart an abundance of mice around here and in order keep our headlights in working order and our A/C vents free and clear of unpleasant surprises, didn’t foresee this morning’s travesty.
Definitely a caffeine-first-kind-of-morning.
How did I not see this coming? Our instagram kitten also had litterbox crumbles stuck to the goo on her feet. How did I not see this coming, really.
It turns out that the way to remove sticky trap goo is to use cooking oil to break it down. Organic and crunchy as we are, I was able to choose between Olive oil, Sunflower oil and some other expensive brand you can only get at Natural Grocers. So I mixed one part cat with one part olive oil wrapped her in a kitchen towel and headed to the bathroom to workout how I would turn on the bathtub water while holding greased lightening. It could only get better from here because we all know how soothing the sound of water is to a kitten who has never been bathed.
Oh, did I mention Button is given to anxiety attacks? Like, real anxiety attacks. She’s a hidey-hole kind of kitten and anything outside those boundaries are terrorizing. The grass, the wind, the birds singing in the peaceful country side. All too scarey. I have rescued her from a tree. I have rescued her from the thicket. I have rescued her from her shadow, how could this go wrong? Water, oil, soap and cat.
So I stood in the bathroom weighing my options, calculating the risks and to make sure the caffeine had taken hold before proceeding. It was early and no one else was awake yet. God hadn’t even flipped the lights on. I could probably do this without help. Something about adding another decaffeinated person in the mix just didn’t seem right. Something about the idea of a cat covered in olive oil, sticky goo and cat litter running though the house steels your nerves though and I could probably use that motto in future to make Zig Ziglar’s money if I would just follow through.
She didn’t like the water much and escaped. Thankfully I had the foresight to close the bathroom door, though I am not sure I can really call anything foresight at this point.
Baths are horrible as Button will attest, even with fancy lavender spa bubbles. It worked though, just like google said it would. The majority of my effort was keeping her in the water and it didn’t take long for goo, oil and kitty crumbs to come away.
She’s happy now, purring in her sleep. Soggy but happy. And I won’t think about the sticky goo which is inevitably all over the carport no doubt. At least not before breakfast.
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