The Adventures of Maisie, Part One

Yesterday morning, just after sunrise, the kitten jumped into bed with us and was crawling around near my face.  I instantly realized something was amiss judging from the odor wafting from her small body.  Apparently, she had stepped in her poop on the way out of her litter box because she reeked.  I rushed her upstairs and proceeded to douse her paws in the faucet.  She started yowling, and before I knew it had wriggled her way into soaking most of her back as well.  Fortunately, about then, Brandon came upstairs to rescue me and he held her while we shampooed her tiny self.  She was NOT a happy camper.  I was trying to clean her belly and she kept tucking her tail firmly between her hind legs and curling up into a ball.  When we finally succeeded in rinsing her, I wrapped her in a towel and started drying her off.  She kept shivering and huddling into a ball.  I felt bad for her, but we didn't have many options at that point.  I carried her back downstairs with us and tried to comfort her as best I could.  Still shivering, she crawled underneath the covers between Brandon and I and proceeded to clean herself for the next hour.  Somewhere about halfway through, she began purring, and I smiled because I knew all was well with Maisie again.  Silly little bean.

I couldn't get a very good picture, but this is her under the covers cleaning herself.  She looked like a drowned rat at this point.  :-P