... who can't tell the difference between a skunk and a stray cat. -_-
There was drama at my house last night. Oh yes, DRAMA.
We had just finished dinner, when we began to smell skunk. It was pretty strong, so we commented on how it must have happened close by. Anyway, I heard my cat, Bother, mewling outside the back door. I let him in, and he was purring and rubbing all over me. I thought he was in one of his rare affectionate moods, so I picked him up and cuddled him.
I gagged. He'd been skunk'd.
Shouting an expletive, I opened the back door and hurled him outside. I then proceeded to strip my shirt off and search the house for any and all cans of tomato juice I could find. The closest thing we had was tomato soup. It'd have to do.
I then spent the next twenty minutes holding my cat by the scruff of his neck outside, and scrubbing him vigorously with tomato soup as he yowled and struggled. I then none-too-gently rinsed him off with the hose. Bear in mind that it was about 45 degrees Fahrenheit while this was going on, (about 25 degrees celcius) and the hose water was freezing cold.
We then quarantined the miserable creature on the front porch and covered all the chairs with old towels. I put his litterbox and food out there and figured that was it; he'd just have to dry off by himself.
But then I had an idea. Ever seen the show Mythbusters? I remembered seeing one episode where they tested a bunch of skunk-smell cures. The one that worked best was actually a home remedy, and not tomato juice either. I looked it up. Baking Soda, Hydrogen Peroxide, and Hand Soap. I got everything together in the right proportions, then I attacked my cat with it. I got him good and soaked, and scrubbed it in right down to his skin. After letting him be miserable for about eight minutes, I took him inside (wrapped up in a towel so that he wouldn't claw me to death) and rinsed him off in the bathtub (I didn't have the heart to hose the poor beast again, lol). Sure enough, after all was said and done, he was a very bedraggled creature, but he didn't smell much like skunk anymore. His face still stinks a bit (he must've gotten sprayed there), but the rest of him smells like lilacs (the smell of the hand soap, lol). I took two showers last night, and one this morning, and I STILL smell like skunk. So yeah, my cat is a stupid git.
Your pets ever do anything stupid like that?
There was drama at my house last night. Oh yes, DRAMA.
We had just finished dinner, when we began to smell skunk. It was pretty strong, so we commented on how it must have happened close by. Anyway, I heard my cat, Bother, mewling outside the back door. I let him in, and he was purring and rubbing all over me. I thought he was in one of his rare affectionate moods, so I picked him up and cuddled him.
I gagged. He'd been skunk'd.
Shouting an expletive, I opened the back door and hurled him outside. I then proceeded to strip my shirt off and search the house for any and all cans of tomato juice I could find. The closest thing we had was tomato soup. It'd have to do.
I then spent the next twenty minutes holding my cat by the scruff of his neck outside, and scrubbing him vigorously with tomato soup as he yowled and struggled. I then none-too-gently rinsed him off with the hose. Bear in mind that it was about 45 degrees Fahrenheit while this was going on, (about 25 degrees celcius) and the hose water was freezing cold.
We then quarantined the miserable creature on the front porch and covered all the chairs with old towels. I put his litterbox and food out there and figured that was it; he'd just have to dry off by himself.
But then I had an idea. Ever seen the show Mythbusters? I remembered seeing one episode where they tested a bunch of skunk-smell cures. The one that worked best was actually a home remedy, and not tomato juice either. I looked it up. Baking Soda, Hydrogen Peroxide, and Hand Soap. I got everything together in the right proportions, then I attacked my cat with it. I got him good and soaked, and scrubbed it in right down to his skin. After letting him be miserable for about eight minutes, I took him inside (wrapped up in a towel so that he wouldn't claw me to death) and rinsed him off in the bathtub (I didn't have the heart to hose the poor beast again, lol). Sure enough, after all was said and done, he was a very bedraggled creature, but he didn't smell much like skunk anymore. His face still stinks a bit (he must've gotten sprayed there), but the rest of him smells like lilacs (the smell of the hand soap, lol). I took two showers last night, and one this morning, and I STILL smell like skunk. So yeah, my cat is a stupid git.
Your pets ever do anything stupid like that?