|How to Bathe A
By R K Hamner
Over th years I been a livin wth thu old woman, Ive learned that a takin a bath is just a now and then thing. Usually I get by with just a now and then dose of that Frontline stuff. Th ole woman most uv th time dont notice them fleas until I forget and scratch in front uv her.
Then, one day th ole woman got this letter in thu mail.
Her friend Betty found it in her sewing basket. It was so old, she said, that the pages had turned brown.
How To Bathe A Cat was the title and them instructions were as follows:
Thoroughly clean the bathroom toilet.
After th ole woman read that she laughed to herself and passed it aroud to her younguns.
They all started a laughing and a lookin at me.
One uv them boys up and said how he had noticed me scratchin fleas a lot lately.
All uv a sudden I heared thu water a runnin in thu bathroom and then I was grabbed up behind th neck and flung into thu water.
I could hear them fleas a screamin as they was a drownin in that water. Course I didnt have tu scratch so much after that but it took me a while to lick myself dry. An, I was surely glad that that youngun bathed me in th bathtub instead uv th commode.