Now, I probably shoulds pick out a nice picture of the twerp that highlights his…um…good…qualities. Problem is, I’m not a nice big sister. Especially since this guy just stole my treats again! So, I will instead introduce Ichigo with pictures taken from Ichigo’s second day here…after Mom found a couple of ticks and fleas on him.

Oh yes, this is Ichigo after his first flea and tick bath!

Yuppers, my baby brother was not a happy kitten that day. Sadly enough, he didn’t let it get him down for long. Then he was purring and being lovey-dovey with MY MOM again. Hmph.

Ichigo didn’t get no kitty-equivalent of dead sea minerals or anything like that either. It was a straight forward and simple flea and tick bath using the stuff from Hartz. I kinda sympathized a little, what with the whole getting wet and stuff. But honestly, I hate those little itchy and bitey bugs that make me feel as dirty as a doggy. So I’m glad Mom gave him a bath right away upon finding Ichigo’s hitchhikers.

But that’s not why I’m bringing this old subject back up. I’m bringing this back up because I found something on Mommy’s camera I just had to share with you:

Mommy took a picture of a wet Denali!!

Denali’s coat is really thick so it takes a lot of water to really get her wet for Mommy to work her fur into a proper lather. This means Denali’s baths are always longer then mine.

Denali is probably thinking about those flyers we get in the mail from a local travel agency (that Mommy always throws away) advertising Cancun vacation packages. Well, she’s probably thinking about it again now too because Mommy will be giving her another bath in a few minutes. Denali came in from outside with all kinds of mud, sticks, and leaves stuck to her. She looks more like a doggy then a kitty right now.

Hah! Revenge of the Pretty Kitty!

I was thirsty and Mommy had allowed our water bowl to run dry. Now, because I am a talented kitty, I picked up how to move the kitchen’s Delta faucet to get water. It’s very easy, just push the long handle and water comes out. Not at all like the ones in the bathroom that you turn. Those are hard to move. Denali can’t do this of course, because she’s a little slow, so if the dish runs out and Mommy is busy and Denali isn’t patient she has to wait until I open the faucet for her.

Of course Mommy doesn’t like it when I don’t put the faucet back for some reason. I don’t see why I should. Don’t humans have things called fountains that give continuous water? Isn’t that what I’m doing?

Well, when I pushed the faucet this evening to get some water to come out Denali jumped up and knocked me off my perch on the edge of the kitchen sink – and straight into a sink full of dirty dishwater! I was so mad. And of course Mommy came in just in time to see me hop out of the sink, sopping wet with soapy water and the faucet running full blast. Mommy doesn’t seem to believe me when I say it’s all Denali’s fault. She scolded me for being where I shouldn’t be and said I should tell her when our bowl runs dry like Denali does.

Why did I get in trouble? I didn’t do anything wrong! To make matters worse I get a bath tomorrow now too!

Isis is very excited because this means she can go on road trips with Mom again. I like riding in the car for little short trips, like to the post office, but not long trips. Isis loves them though and missed traveling with Mom. As soon as we got the good news about the car Isis demanded Mom take her on a trip. I’m thinking Isis had something like those New Orleans, Pasadena, or Orlando vacations though. You know, a long trip that would involve a lot of driving, staying in nice hotels, and lots of sights to see.

But Isis forgot one of Mom’s important rules: only clean kitties travel:

Mom doesn’t like a lot of fur, dirt, or *shudders* fleas left behind in her car. If a simple lint brush won’t clean the seat then the kitty is very dirty in her book. She’s got a lot of books too. So Isis got watered down and then lathered up.

Grandma is the one that actually gave the bath. Isis gets fussy with Mom but she’ll behave for Grandma. Weird, considering Grandma rarely gives treats after a bath and Mom always does. Go figure.

A nice clean Isis. I thought my sister looked very cute in this picture. She disagreed. Threatened to bite me if I posted these pictures too. Oops.