Albert, bless his little cotton socks, killed a stoat this evening. He appears to have come out of the encounter unscathed except for the stink! I had a vague idea that mustelidae used scent as a weapon (aren't American skunks of that same family?) but I had no idea quite how vile or how clinging it could be.
I have had to bath him twice, and the little darling just sat in the handbasin in three inches of warm water and let me pour more water all over him and lathered him in shampoo. He made no attempt to bite or scratch, and didn't even mew or spit, but purred as I dried him, soaking through two aged bath sheets getting him to just this stage of dryness. He really is the sweetest natured of cats.
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Loving care certainly goes a long way - Skip.