I had to give Conan three baths in the space of a week. A big tree got blown down in a windstorm a few weeks ago and apparently made a hole in the roof, which Conan found but maintainance being too lazy to climb up a ladder and have a look, swears doesn’t exist. So he got inside the roof and got filthy. Three times before I finally took the pet door out of the balcony door. I feel bad, not being able to let the cats out for fresh air and sunshine, especially Schrodinger, who had done nothing wrong.
Anyway, when the cats still had their balcony privileges, Conan would get bathed whenever his fur started to look dingy- he’s mostly white with grey markings, and when the white started to look a bit grey, he’d get a bath. Conan hates baths. He struggles, he howls, he HOWLS, he tries to escape, he HOWLS… fortunately, he doen’t need a full bath that often. Usually, I can just wipe him down with a paper towel that’s been dipped in soapy water, then again with one that’s been dipped in clear water, and he tolerates that much better.
Schrodinger has dandruff- not a pretty sight on an all-black cat. He gets a bath every few months to keep the white flakiness down. He’s a bit more sanguine about baths- he’s actually a bit more sanguine about everything, really- he does try half-heartedly to escape, but is much easier to bathe than Conan
I bathe the cats in the bathtub, with the bathroom door closed. Mom absolutely refused to participate in cat bathing, so I always have to be the bad guy.
Conan is actually quite forgiving about the whole bathing thing. As soon as his fur is dry, he’s back wanting his person to pet and cuddle him.
Schrodinger has a longer recovery time. The first time I gave him a bath, he actually hissed and growled at me when I came to him with a warm towel and tried to make nice. He usually takes until the next day before he decides he still loves his person.