Remember Scooby? Our cat? Well he has been living outside, by choice. His choice. He doesn't want to be inside. He would much rather hang it up with all the neighborhood cats. Roam all hours of the night. Prowl, sneak around, "purr-ooze" if you will. Well last night I went out to feed and give him some fresh water. If I must remind everyone...burr...it is down right frigid outside. So I made an executive decision...he is now back inside. He didn't put up a fuss. I think he agreed that it is too cold to be on the prowl. With that said, he has been outside since spring time and he needed a bath. Cat+Bath=Fun. My dear sweet hubby, who might I also say, "loves" the cat, bathed him. The Beauties thought this was a riot! They squealed and laughed in delight. Scooby didn't mind the bath much. Her "pursed" (Chloe's word for purring.) the entire time. Scooby is once again an indoor cat. He was so thankful for Matty for his bath, he resumed he normal sleeping station, on top of Matt last night. (Yes, this is one of the many reasons Matt loves him so dearly.) It is kind of strange to hear him meowing again...but I am a softy. I couldn't bare the thought of finding my frozen kitty on the deck. Welcome Home Scooby!