24°C (75.2°F) Phoebe got a nice bath this morning. She’s our smallest cat, and I think our wildest, in that it’s difficult to connect with her. So when she wants something I jump at the chance to give it to her.
She likes the same damp, hand-rubbed baths as the other cats, but she likes it with dew. She rolls in the wet grass, and I rub her. Then she pushes herself to a fresh spot, and I rub her some more, leaving behind a trail of dry grass and cat hair. When we’re done, she dries off in the sun. Her coat still looks like moon-lit water, even in the brightest sun.