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Certain breeds of cats do need grooming relatively often! Many long haired breeds need daily brushing.
However, baths for regular short haired breeds can dry out their skin, unless you use conditioner. And even then it’s unnecessary most of the time because cats are very good at grooming themselves (assuming they are not overweight).
I think cat owners bathe their cats because they are greasy or stinky, which are symptoms of other problems like obesity, skin infections, arthritis, hypothyroidism, kidney failure, and much more. Bathing the cat does not solve these problems, only the side effect! Your cat should never have a greasy coat or have smelly skin. If they do, have them seen by your vet.
My family bathes the cats occasionally bc my mother is very allergic and it helps the dander
My cats get baths once a year (except Aisha who gets two). Apollo has naturally greasy fur - he is a special needs baby (he has epilepsy) and goes to the vet often (at least once a month, more when he’s having problems), and is otherwise in perfect health. He just gets greasy because he has coarse fur, and the stress of his seizures may contribute to his fur.
Aisha gets two baths a year, because she has long fur. The one bath is her end of winter bath, to help remove her winter coat. Her second bath is her “it’s the hottest day of summer and you’re hiding in the basement so let’s give you a bath to cool you down and get the dust off you” bath, since her fur is better than a dust mop.
Luna gets one bath, also on the hottest day of the year. Her fur is very plush, almost like a chinchilla (though obviously not nearly as dense) and it cools her down.
The only other baths that may occur (as in, I don’t plan for them like I do the annual baths) are butt baths (sometimes Apollo has tummy problems, and all of them sometimes have accidents at the vet) and I am always prepared for flea med baths. Luna has a very bad sensitivity to flea medication, and sometimes she is completely fine, but twice I’ve had to bathe her completely to wash off the meds because it caused alarming symptoms. Once she even had to go to the emergency vet.
So tl;dr: I do not advocate regular bathing for cats. Most cats will only experience butt baths for the occasional accident. Flea baths are different, but I don’t recommend doing them often either because flea shampoos are very hard on their skin. In most cases, cats are perfectly capable of cleaning themselves.
Practice Elizabethan hygiene with your cats. If they only need one bath in their entire lives, you’re doing good.
Hey guys, go check out my personal pets blog over at @chibimonkeyhouse
Personal pet content will be housed there now. The babies needed their own blog! This one will be for reblogs and personal content unrelated to pets.
There are some reblogs at ChibiMonkey House from this blog, but there is also a bunch of new content that isn’t on this blog! Go check it out!
Aquarium Research
When I was a little girl, all I wanted in the whole world was a bunny. They were so cute and fluffy with their little twitching noses and cottonfluff tails. My parents were, and still are, big animal lovers and we’d had a huge variety of pets when I was growing up, but never a bunny. They talked about it amongst themselves, and then presented a solution to me: If I could prove I knew everything about bunnies, how to care for them and feed them, about common ailments, etc, then I must be serious about having a bunny, and they would let me. I hit the library (this was back before the internet was widespread) and read every single book they had on rabbits. My mother took me to new, “better” library, and I read all of their rabbit books. I read all the rabbit books in my school’s library. I kept a spiralbound notebook with all of my bunny notes. What do bunnies eat? What kind of living space do they need? Can they get baths, and how can I clean them? When do they just have a cold and when they do they need a trip to the vet?/ I wrote a report, and typed it up on my mom’s then fancy, now archaic desktop computer, and even put it in a fancy folder. I got my bunny, who I named Jewel, and I had her for seven lovely years.
I’m unsure if my parents had been trying to discourage my young self from having a new pet or if they were trying to teach a lesson, but whichever the case, it has been a lesson that has always stuck with me. When I got my panda hamster six years ago, I researched all about hamsters, having not owned one since I was a small child, and never having taken care of it myself (being four years old, my mother took care of my childhood pets). When I took on first Luna and then Apollo, I bought a few physical books on cats (being a big believer in books) and read extensively online. Luna and Apollo were the first cats I’d owned as an adult. Aisha I’d had since I was twelve years old, and most of her care had been done, once again, by my mother. Even now, Aisha lives with my parents rather than me, because I did not feel right moving a thirteen year old cat to a new home away from my parents’ cats that she’d known her entire life (Aisha will be sixteen this year.)
So of course, when I found out that the pet store I worked in sold aquatic frogs, specifically the African Dwarf Frog, I mulled over them for months. Did I want them because they were cute? Did I want to put in the time and effort for them? Nothing knowing about ADFs at the time, I assumed they had to live at least two years - did I want to put in the work for at least two years for something that was merely cute?
I mulled over this decision for six months. I saw many frogs come and go from my store. I watched them whenever I could. I have never been a fan of fish - they just were never my cup of tea - and my parents had always been firmly in the “animals with fur” category. Adopting ADFs would not only require learning about a new animal, but an animal I had zero experience with, as well as aquariums in general. And aquariums were a big part of why fish don’t appeal to me; they just seemed like so much work.
I read everything I could find online about ADFs. I bought “the” book for them and read that. I took extensive notes about the frogs themselves, about their aquarium requirements, and about materials needed to fill and clean the aquarium. Aquariums even need special sponges! I talked to everyone in the pet care department of my store; I talked to the coworkers that I knew had had or currently have ADFs. I even went to my store’s biggest competitor to see what they had to say about ADFs (and this was a trip that was physically very out of my way, as our rival does not have a store near my workplace or my home.) I learned that they cannot be housed with algae eater fish, and perhaps I should consider a snail if I became concerned about algae. I then had to research copious amounts of snail things - which snails were suitable to be housed with ADFs (nerites, by the way), and why, and THEIR care. I am by no means an expert, and I still bother my ADF-having coworkers all the time, and bother pet care about aquariums, but I felt confident enough that I could comfortably and safely house a group of ADFs (because I’d learned they do best as a group, and after seeing how upset Luna had been before bringing home Apollo, I did not want to subject an animal I were did not know well to loneliness when I may not be able to recognize the signs of it) and a nerite snail.
I brought home Buddha, Dapylil, and Froakie the first day. I adopted Sokka after seeing the Dalmation Molly she was housed with pick on her. And finally, since my snail research had been my last order of business, I brought home Roger the nerite snail. They all seem to be happy and healthy and very relaxed, even though they don’t show it in the same way my cats do. I’ve had cats my entire life. There were two cats in the house when I was born. I KNOW cats. Frogs (and snails) are something totally different.
Long story short: I see people come into my pet store every day with the same story. “I literally adopted this dog/cat/snake/bird/whatever twenty minuntes/two days/etc ago and I have no idea what to do. What does it even eat?” Am I the only one whose parents taught them to research? How can you bring home an animal that you know nothing about? That just seems like a recipe for poor, inhumane care and broken hearts. I have a friend (the same friend I got Apollo from, incidentally) who brings home things she thinks are cute with no regard to their needs or her financial situation and it drives me absolutely insane.
Do your research, people. It’s in the animal’s best interest.
Luna is laying on my head.
As a baby she used to sleep like this all the time, curled around my head on my pillow with his face in my hair. She doesn’t do it very often anymore because Apollo sleeps with me and Luna feels that a twin bed is not big enough for Mama and two cats. But I love when she does this.
As a bonus, it usually helps my migraine go away. :)
Just spent half my day running around like a crazy person screaming and probably scaring the hell out of my cats.
The thermostat broke. It decided that since last night was in the low fifties, we’re entering a new ice age. It JACKED the heat up. It was so hot that my air conditioning DIDN’T WORK.
So I had to catch the bettas and the frogs and the snails and grab Bernie and move everyone downstairs where it was cooler because there are 25738733 cross breezes in the kitchen alone. The swimmies were in betta cups and Bernie in a cooler with the lid off, all on the kitchen counter under the fan. I did mass water changes (which had to be done today anyway) with cold water. I put Bernie’s chinchiller in the freezer. I stole every fan in the house and put it in my room. I threw frozen water bottles and ice packs in the tanks. Finally the tanks were cool enough so I floated the cups for an hour before I put them back in. I spilled a fuckton of water everywhere. Bernie couldn’t go back upstairs because it was still hell temperature and his cage is too big to move. Apollo scared the shit out of me for the second time this week by looking dead. We think his seizures are brought on by heat so he nearly got a cold bath today.
Six hours later the room is FINALLY cool enough to bring Bernie back. The kitties are feeling better. Everyone is still grumpy.
I’m actually very glad I don’t have Poe yet. She would’ve had to go in the fridge and there’s no room in there.
Lazy day at home with mama, complete with tv, naps, and ignoring mama yelling at WoW.
Pipe Dream Pets
There are a handful of pets I would die to own, but for one reason or another, I can’t.
FOX. Russia has a domestication experiment with foxes, and exports them to one company in the US. These foxes are as domesticated as dogs, and they run from $6k and up. The price is not the biggest deterrent to me. The biggest deterrent is the fox’s behavior and lifestyle. The owner of Juniper the fox has described in detail the downsides of owning a fox, namely that she can’t travel because she can’t have a sitter and foxes are illegal in several states; Juniper has destroyed multiple pieces of furniture by being herself, engaging in activities such as digging (in her couches), possession hoarding (food, shoes, pillows), and peeing. Fox pee is very much like cat pee in that it is extremely hard to get rid of. Juniper’s owner has stated “you smell it the second you walk in, that a fox lives here.” Another reason for concern is that there ar4e no rabies vaccines approved for foxes, which is the reason why Juniper can’t ever be babysat when her mom goes away - if Juniper were to bite someone, she may have to be put down and her brain tested for rabies. Foxes are off the table for me.
SEAHORSES. I love seahorses. I really do. I always swore I would have some, but as I researched them and their care, and as I researched saltwater tanks, I realized that I may never be able to have seahorses and keep them healthy. I might be able to keep them alive, but living is not the same as thriving, and I don’t want to keep any animal that can’t thrive with me. Seahorses are just too delicate for my clumsiness.
AFRICAN GREY PARROT. Oh boy do I love African greys. And oh boy could I never have an African grey, for nearly the same reason I couldn’t have seahorses. I doubt my ability to provide an environment engaging and stimulating enough for what is essentially a feathered child. Maybe if I had no other pets and no children, but I do want those things. And just like with foxes, there are things parrots do that I just don’t think I could live with. Parrots are large, noisy birds, and I do not like noise. They are messy and with how big their enclosure has to be, plus their out of cage wanderings, I don’t think I’d ever be okay with the amount of MESS they’d produce, or the amount of things they would ruin by investigating it in their parrot way (chewing on things, taking things apart, etc). Finally, parrots are tame, not domesticated. Tame animals tend to have more difficulty as pets than actual domesticated animals. Feather plucking and self mutilation are a high possibility. I could never watch my bird hurt itself because it was unhappy with my best ability to provide for it. I love African greys tremendously but I severely doubt my ability to keep one happy. This also goes for any large bird, and wild-caught animals.
This is not to say that people who have these animals are bad or abusive. I’ve seen people on this site keep their parrots beautifully, I’ve seen aquariums keep seahorses, and Juniper’s owner does a wonderful job with her. I am saying that I could not do it, even as much as I want to. Their needs exceed what I could provide for them at my best.