Last night, I noticed that there was something in Melly's fur under her tail. She wouldn't let me get close enough to examine it, but it looked like a mat. Since Melly is my first cat with longish hair, mats are a new thing for me; I posted about it on Facebook and asked for advice on removing it. Diane was kind enough to answer, and I resolved to ambush Melly and get rid of the mat at the earliest opportunity.
After a couple of attempts, it became clear that Melly wasn't going to let me get close enough to get rid of the mat myself. So, when my sister happened to call me on her way home, I sweet-talked her into promising to help. When she arrived later, sister grabbed Melly and yelled over to me, "This isn't a mat, it's POO!"
Well, a promise is a promise, so I ushered sister, who was holding Melly, into the bathroom and filled the tub up with a few inches of water. After about five minutes of vigorously swooshing Melly's bottom around in the water, all the poo finally came loose. It was thoroughly disgusting. After changing out the water, we bathed the rest of Melly.
I always feel bad for causing the kitties discomfort, but there is something pathetically hilarious about a sopping wet cat.
Melly behaved surprisingly well throughout her ordeal, but she could not wait to get out of the tub and shake off.
When I went back into the bathroom after grabbing the camera, Scarlett came in too. She was very interested in the soggy Melly, and gave her a thorough nose-to-tail sniffing. It was funny to see how small Melly was with all her fur slicked down, and I think Scarlett enjoyed being the bigger-looking cat for a time.
Melly spent the rest of the evening alternately seeking attention and restoring order to her mussed fur. Despite the trauma of bath time, I think Melly is glad to have the poo gone!
ETA: Thanks, Marlene, for reminding me that it was Diane who responded to my Facebook plea for advice. I fixed it in the text above. Sorry, Diane! Don't know what I was thinking.