My sister used to have a ferret which would be bathed regularly to cut down on the mustilid scent*. After the bath, which he'd be all shivery and squirmy for, he'd storm around chattering and jumping and rubbing against things and attacking feet, then crawl into his hiding spot that he tore into the couch lining. (Granted, the chattering, jumping and attacking feet were normal things for him.)
* He had his scent glands removed as a wee thing, but still had a ferret smell.
The cats stayed pretty clean, except for Lilly, Mom's old cat, who had too much fur for her to groom herself. Mom would occasionally go after her with brush or scissors, but after a while, we'd just have to regularly take her to the groomers. Not a fun thing -- Lilly had an awful temper and only liked Mom.
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Date: 2009-08-23 03:47 am (UTC)* He had his scent glands removed as a wee thing, but still had a ferret smell.
The cats stayed pretty clean, except for Lilly, Mom's old cat, who had too much fur for her to groom herself. Mom would occasionally go after her with brush or scissors, but after a while, we'd just have to regularly take her to the groomers. Not a fun thing -- Lilly had an awful temper and only liked Mom.