He came in this morning all damp from the grass, crawled into my lap and
rolled over onto his back. That's when I saw and smelled the mess. No idea
what kind of poop it was - horse? dog? kitty? - but it was all over his
belly. So into the bathroom we went. I put about 3" of warm water in the
tub, picked Billy up, climbed in and sat down, then slowly lowered him into
he water, holding his two front paws in one hand, expecting a major struggle
which did not come.

He was *such* a good boy in the bath!!! Even when I let go of his paws a few
times he never scratched, just reached up and touched my face with his paw
without extending the claws. Now is that a good kitty or what!!

Oh, and I didn't know it when I closed the bathroom door but Tommy was fast
asleep in the laundry bin. He woke up when he heard the water and moved to
the toilet seat to watch the show. I'm sure his presence helped BIlly to
remain calm. I could imagine from the way he was looking at us in the tub,
he might have been thinking "Hey, can I have the next turn?"