The kittens were really getting smelly. We’d been putting off their first bath because we knew they’d hate it. But Miss M read a bunch of articles about bathing kittens online and bought some baby pet shampoo. Miss M held down the kittens and Mr. S did the washing. They hated it. The poor babes made the most sorrowful mewls we’ve ever heard. Hobbes fought fiercely and scrapped deep into Miss M’s hand.

When we got to Calvin, Miss M put on gloves and a long sleeve shirt to protect her weak skin from their scared little claws. They were so cute when they were wet. They let us wrap them like babies in towels without even fighting back

They dried each other off for at least an hour before curling up on our quilts to sleep. But they smell so much better, it was so worth it.