Cat and "Shhhhhhhkunk," Result in Funk!

("Put up your dukes," Honey Cat said, but it was to the wrong opponent!)

Early evening arrived and rain began to pelt the windows as I sat at the computer in the basement man cave.

The putrid odor of skunk began to seep into the room through the screened  high windows.

      "Where's Honey Cat?" flashed through my mind. She was still outside.

      Two minutes later, one of the resident teens came running down to the basement.

   

      "Honey Cat just came in and she smells bad," she cried.  I flew up the stairs and took a whiff that almost knocked me over. Skunk.  Our beautiful grandmother cat had apparently gone head-to-head with the wrong black and white creature.

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.

Meanwhile, a Village maple butter candle burns in the hallway, sending sweet pancake syrup smells into the skunk stench.

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?