One of my cats is this tiny calico. She will indignantly brush off attempts to pick her up and remove her from the computer tower, it's a fifty-fifty shot as to whether she'll leap on your face and start clawing or purr and cuddle if you try to scratch her ears. But she's fine with getting dressed up most of the time, and is very chill with the dogs and strangers. When giving her a bath, she makes a feeble attempt at leaving, then stays in, occasionally letting out a dissatisfied 'Mrrow.' She loves playing with water and only begrudges the fact that it's hard for her to lick the water when it's landing on her head like that.
Then my other cat is the chubby blue cat. She's incredibly calm. She weathers her sisters frantic attacks and ambushes with dignified headlocks and then calmly walks away. If she charges, she outright kicks the calico in the face and doesn't break stride. Mostly she prefers to cuddle with people and observe.
Until you try to give her a bath. Then the demon shows.
The one time she got into something that was too toxic for her to clean off herself, we had to give her a shower. It was the single most terrifying thing I've had to do in my life so far. I picked her up and she was quite happy to curl up in my arms. But when she heard running water, she decided I'd look better with scars. That wasn't entirely unexpected, I mean, she's a cat. Eventually we decided an old tactic of throwing her in the bathwater, getting her wet, putting the soap on her out of the tub, then dropping her back in until she was clean. (This was my first month or so of ever being in contact with a cat. Forgive me.

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She didn't even touch the water! She did a double-jump in mid-air and knocked the door ajar.
After we finally tracked her down, we used the shower with the thick, opaque glass walls. About seven feet up, there was about three inches of clear space. There was a little shelf inside where all the shampoo bottles in. My brilliant idea was to put her in there, gently soak her with the showerhead by sticking my arms through the opening, and then put the shampoo on her.
...It went poorly.
She was screaming louder than all of Silent Hill put together. Somewhere, Demorgorgon shuddered in fear. It was the smoldering rage of a very fat kitten that had had enough of her humans' ****.
She leaped seven feet and made it halfway through the damn opening before her belly got in the way.
She leapt at the ceiling and left claw marks in tile. She nearly broke the glass by headbutting it. She punched up and repeatedly punched the showerhead. She nearly strangled herself on the shower cord while still hissing with rage until my girlfriend leaped in and threw her off. Everyone was screaming in terror.
It also turned out that when wet, she looked like a balverine from Fable, complete with Satanic yellow eyes.
She eventually broke out.
Next time she leaps away from her sister and lands face first in a can of white paint, I'm just going to tell everyone my cat has albinism.
(This was totally just an excuse for me to spread the legend of Ashley the Dread Kitty.

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I wonder what the percentages are in this thread for cat, dog, cat/dog, and neither are, considering we're fans of the Dread Wolf.
See, I kind of managed to tie it back in! I've only been a 'little' off-topic the past few days.
