a story of a cat

the weather is starting to warm up here in CO. our cat is shedding that winter coat. i've already taken him outside in april to give him a good brushing. i was pretty successful at that. i just stayed on the back porch. last weekend, my husband decides to give him a much needed brushing. so he takes him outside, into the grass (the cat hates grass), and starts to brush him. i go out with them. it was going to be a very entertaining day.
he starts to brush the cat. the cat is so stunned that he is outside that my husband was successful at getting one, yes, just one good chunk of hair out. after that, the cat decided to go into the house. he kept trying to run towards the door. he would run really low, and stop at the flowers, as if it was a barriar wall that he could not climb. yeah, they maybe went to his chest, and he just climbed through them 2 minutes beforehand. so i would get up, get the cat, and bring him back to my husband. this went on for about 15 minutes. he even tried to hold the cat by the skin by the neck. it was a losing battle.
"that's it, you're going in the shower!"
we pick up the cat and venture up to our master bathroom where our shower is a standup, with a glass door. my husband locks the cat in the bathroom (toilet) and gets ready to go in the shower. (how i wish i remembered to get my camera before all this) he then gets the cat out and they step into the shower. don't worry, our cat is totally declawed. instantly the cat is meowing, no screaming at the top of his lungs. he's stretching halfway up the door (yes our cat is that big) hoping to reach the top of the shower. he's pulling at the bottom of the door, hoping it will open. he would get quiet, then start crying again. it was so funny! those who have cats, i'm sure you know what sounds i am talking about. it never dawned on him that after 10 minutes of crying, no one was going to let him out. he was NOT a happy kitty, but my husband and i sure got a good laugh!
the water finally shuts off. the cat gets dried off and wrapped up in a towel. my husband passes him on to me and i get the luxury of making sure he gets good and dry. so i sit in our sunken tub and dry him off. he's like a little baby. we thought for sure he was going to run off as soon as we let him go, go hide under a bed or something. he's finally dry enough and i let him go. he jumps out of the tub and stops in the middle of the bathroom floor and starts to lick his tail. the first time we get to see him after a bath!! he was so skinny! he hung out there for a little bit, licking himself dry. he became very cuddily afterwards! and he was so soft! i'm sure he felt better too. oh was it a sight to see!!!