Day 5: Battling the Cat

No matter what heavy items I find to block the basement door, the cat manages to pry his way past for the sole purpose, it seems, of rolling around on the dirty cement floor. This dirt appears to be a hybrid of red clay and glue, because it will not brush off. 

This is not your normal color, Cat.

NOT Normal.

So in response, I gave him a bath. Just like I always do. My daughter and I came up with a new strategy: if we keep letting him go into the basement and soak up a load of dirt, and then wash it off, the basement will eventually be clean. I think it's a brilliant plan!

He loves baths.

"The Clean! It is on me! Get it off!"

The Peanut loves baths too. She was not going to put up with watching a bath and not having one herself.

I might have a new dishwasher in the house.