Masseeka's first bath... sorta
Yup, we had to wash Her Highness today - well, partially. She stepped right into her own dodoo and absolutely did not care. Why would she? The household staff exists precisely for this purpose. If they want to clean it, fine. If not… let everyone bask in the royal fragrance.
It took us a while to figure out why the smell refused to leave even after we cleaned the litterboxes in the morning. Masseeka was performing her best “Who, me?” face. Ryzyk, of course, was pristine as always - the feline equivalent of a straight‑A student. We checked every corner, hideout, and suspicious shadow, and only then discovered the culprit: a fresh, fragrant spot on her hind leg.
Mom wrapped her front paws in a towel and braced for a battle worthy of a medieval saga - but surprise! Masseeka didn’t fight at all. She was practically zen, even with her hind legs and tail soaking in a sink full of warm, soapy water. Her Highness probably assumed she was at a spa and expected a blowout and styling afterward.
We decided not to traumatize her with the hairdryer and just towel‑dried her instead. Normally cats groom themselves like they’re auditioning for a shampoo commercial after a bath, but not our tiny royalty. She simply sat there, waiting for the peasants to finish the job. Luckily the air is so dry right now that she dried in just a few minutes.
And for post‑bath stress relief? We let her finish the Churu meant for kittens. Her Highness accepted the offering.
