Addendum to "Cats do not like baths"

Chad here.

Ok, let me just give you a little background to the cat, Seabass. Seabass is a stray grey cat that I found at the house we're renting just after Jamie moved in before we got married. I found him/her in the backyard lying down amongst some weeds and soon after this cat decided that I could be looked upon as a food source provider. Jamie was absolutely adamant that she didn't want that "dirty, mangy, ugly, mysterious, don't know what it has, etc." cat, but the cat decided it's life purpose was to wait on the porch for cat food or any other leftover we tossed at it in pity. Eventually, Lincoln came on the scene and as he grew up he took a liking to this cat and surprisingly the cat didn't mind a little puppy body tackling it, or sniffing its butt, or barking at it for 10 minutes straight. Long story short, we decide to adopt the cat because its a four-legged body that's mostly independent which has the ability to entertain Lincoln for small periods of time.
So, naturally the bath had to come. It's getting cold here and snow will soon be falling. As a result, Seabass has a stronger drive to do everything in his/her power to come inside where it's warm. We got cat litter, we got cat food, and now we have a flea-less cat. All I can say about bathing a cat that day in and out looks lethargic and harmless most of the time is this: Inside every cat is a baker's dozen of razor-blade claws waiting to convert human flesh into confetti should the fool decide to subject the cat to a bathtub sized down-torrent of water.

Cats don't like baths!

Well I had told Chad that the only way Seabass could stay in the house was if she got a flea bath... or a bath in general. So last night we thought would be a great. Chad got the water all warm I gathered up the kitty and into the bathroom we went. Well she must have sensed danger because out came her claws, which we had never seen before, and one went right into my chest... I have a nice hole! Chad quickly took her and tried to put her into the tub as soon as she felt water she was flying all over the tub. Chad said his hand became confetti. He has a few great war wound. Sooo we put the bath on hold while he want to get some protective gear. I on the other hand had a different plan. I thought well why not try benadryl couldn't hurt to be a little sleepy..the cat that is. So I got some lunch meat and put the benadryl in it. Well she quickly at the meat and spit out the pill. So I opened it and poured the power onto some meat, she gave it one lick and it was all over she meowed like crazy and ran for the door constantly licking over and over to get the taste out. I tried to give her non-medicated meat but she didn't trust me. Well then in comes Chad with old snowboarding gloves on and his air force gortex jacket. He said I'll hold her down you lather her. So back in she went fighting the whole time with me screaming and jumping on the toilet afraid of this possessed animal we finally got her "clean" I scrubbed the best I could but she was pretty scary. At the end she submitted and turned into a scared little noodle on Chad's lap. And we went to bed with her looking like a rag doll cat all went and scragly. Needless to say...Cats do not like baths. I would not recommend anyone trying such a thing.

Life is busy

Life continues with its routine for Chad and I. School for him, work for me. We had a "nice" break last weekend and went back to Tacoma. We were blessed to go to Dale Tibbitts' memorial service and spend time with our dear friends Matt and Stephanie. We miss them so much. Paisley and Will are getting so big and we do not like that we are missing so much of their lives...but that will be the case with an Air Force and future missionary families. I will post a couple of pictures of the visit.





Chad is taking his Airframe certification oral and practical exam soon (month or so)...be praying for that. Its a big scary thing but I know he will do great and move onto the next portion of his aircraft maintenance training.

Work has been hard lately...well night shift part of it but such a joy. There have been some special kids lately. One especially who if he needed a home I would wish more than anything that he could come to us. He has worked his way into my heart. I have also loved being able to love on and support families.

There was a missions conference this week at Moody, I didn't go with Chad last year but I went this time. It was pretty good. I had never been to one before. I was able to learn about quite a few missions organizations and a few got my attention. It is going to be an exciting journey for Chad and I. I am so excited.

Lincoln is 36lbs now... BIG puppy! He has more engery than us most of the time and likes to eat our undergarments. He has adopted the stray cat that has been at our house since we moved in. They play and snuggle together, and now I am finding that the cat is in the house often...usually cuddled on the couch like she owns the place. Tonight Chad bought a litter box and flea shampoo for it... I guess that means we are offically letting it live with us. Hmmm....!!!!
Lincoln will love it! The cat has the lovely name of SeaBass...given by the one and only Chad Dimon!
(The cat found the cat food... she (we think its a she at least) couldn't wait for us to give her some!!)