Dear Diary, So I guess the baths are going to be an on-going thing. She gave me another one. Not that I'm okay with this development. I did manage the first half of the bath with some dignity -- got through the first wetting down and green goo phase without too much trauma. But then she had to turn the water on again and force me under the faucet while she scooped water over me. It was too much. Dignity went right out the window along with any attempts at composure. Now here's the really strange part -- after it was over all I wanted to do was sit on her lap. Go figure, she puts me through this horrendous experience and all I want to do is get closer to her. What's with that? Shouldn't I be running the other way? Shouldn't I do everything in my power to avoid her? I don't understand it. All I want to do is love her more and have her cuddle me. Whatever. We all got baths, but none of the others want to love her more. Lovey Bud (photos above) just wanted to be closer to me. As if I could help. I'm just as powerless as she is. Whatever this flea thing is, I don't like it.