If a cat really needs a bath, it will be obvious; otherwise, don’t bother.
Normally, cats don’t need baths, as nature has provided them with enough healthy oils in their coats to repel dirt, and the habit of washing themselves frequently. But on occaision, when this isn’t enough to keep them tidy, it won’t hurt then to get bathed. Although you might, if the cat in question objects.
As was mentioned, some cats just get so fat they can’t lick their bungholes clean anymore. Just like some people get so obese they can’t reach their own fundaments anymore. People, however, are intuitive enough to come up with adaptive devices to reach those areas. http://shortdwarf.com/main/bottom_wiper.htm
In normal circumstances, cats don’t need baths.
A chance encounter with a skunk, an overdose of fleas, an unclean butt, or a nasty spill of foreign material on the cat can neccessitate a catbath. I especiallly recall one very unpleasant experience scrubbing burnt motor oil off an otherwise pure white cat. Visiting acquaintances couldn’t be bothered to control their bratty six year old son, who poured almost a half gallon of dirty motor oil from a recycling tub onto my cat. Thought it was cute. I invited them to never stop by again, and feel free to inflict corporal punishment upon little unhousebroken Matthew. Although a swat on his behind through Size XXXXL diapers might not have had much effect.
If you start them on baths very young, and it’s a pleasant, comfortable experience, they can learn to tolerate it, even enjoy it. But introducing a full grown cat to a bath might just be…difficult. :smack:
I had a Siamese at one time, who loved it. I got him as a tiny, abandoned kitten, and had to scrub the fleas off him to save his life. He’d hop right up and I’d put him in the sink. As long as the water was very warm, almost hot, he was happy, but started to object once it began to cool off. And there was no taking a shower without him. He’d cry and beat on the shower doors with his paws, hollering until I opened up, scooped him up and took him in with me. I’d hold him close to me, and scrub him too. As long as the water didn’t get in his ears or eyes, he’d relax and flop back, happy.
Needless to say, the water bottle discipline thing was useless on him.
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