My husband drove into the driveway the instant I went into hysterics so that was perfect timing. He whisked Honey Cat downstairs while I filled up the basement sink with warm water. We all kept gagging and wrinkling our foreheads over the horrendous smell emanating from that cat who got a thorough shampooing.
Bath Time After Skunk Encounter Tomato Juice "Shampoo"
Unfortunately, we had no tomato juice, the usual cure to skunk smell.
Amazingly, the cat cooperated beautifully. She didn't budge while being cleaned-up. I think she was also glad over the attempts to get the stench off her fur.
All bedroom doors remained closed as no one wanted to take any chances on being skunked out. Honey Cat had to find a place to sleep, other than our beds. I put a quilt for her on a chair in the living room. (Now, of course, that quilt will have to be triple washed.)
Next morning, as I came out of the bedroom, the skunk smell still dominated the hallway. What a stinky way to start the day. It seemed to permeate the paint on the walls.
My husband picked up tomato juice at the super for round two of shampooing. Once again, Honey Cat got the wash treatment, first with tomato juice, and then with shampoo.
Honey Cat, the little rapscallionn, is now fresh and clean, relaxing on a porch rocking chair, no doubt about to drift off to sleep and dream of "whomping" that skunk.
HAVE YOU EVER HAD A PET THAT HAD A RUN-IN WITH A SKUNK?