My cat's name is Xander, but we call him B!tch Kitty because he is so mean and cranky all the time. My cat has attacked everyone in my family at one point or another (except my father, who would have killed him). So, when my roommate told me he was going to wash BK I told him that he would get no help from me! I still had scars from petting him last week.
As I heard the "screams" of help from the bathroom, I assumed they were from my roomie, not my cat. I cautiously walked in and found my roomie forcing the cat under the faucet. BK had both his paws on the wall on each side of the faucet "screaming" out for help. It looked much like a picture from the organization, where Joseph or Abraham or one of those guys is on his knees, arms raised, calling out to god! (Do cats' have a separate god? What's his name? Jehovpurr?)
Anyway, after all was said and done... my roommate didn't have a scratch on him!!! And, I got clawed drying him off!