To bathe or not to bathe

I have recently contemplated giving Chloe a bath... sure she spends hers days either eating, laying in the sun, sleeping, or bathing (mostly eating)- but I think she is starting to stink.

I was thinking maybe I could try to give her a bath. I found this cat that doesn't seem to mind.



Although I am pretty sure that if I tried to put Chloe in a bathtub with water she would have a nervous breakdown and then plot her revenge for the rest of my life.

I'm trying to decide if it's worth it...

Cat, Hat

In French, chat, chapeau.

in Spanish, el gato in a sombrero
in German she's a Katze in a Hut, and don't you know,
she's a guanka in a bunkaquank in Eskimo

 

Happy Monday!

So Vain

The girl can't get enough of herself.

From the left




















From the right

and of course straight on.

Homegirl sat there for a good 20 minutes. And no, she wasn't looking outside, she was looking at herself. She even got up, circled a few times checking herself out before she got up close and personal. Probably paranoid she is getting gray whiskers or something.

So vain.

Chloe

She's just as addicted to blogging and The Real Housewives of New Jersey as I am...

Here is where she sat while writing last night's post. (it takes her a while to post with her lack of posable thumbs. you know how it is... so of course I had to help) She remained front and center, perched in my lap- biting me at the drop of a hat, until Caroline told Danielle that when she called her trash, she meant it.

Chloe perked up and was all up in the drama! Thank goodness for that. My arms are not deli meats!