I once had a cat that I didn't get along with particularly well. We kind of ignored one another, except at dinnertime. I discovered one day that we had suddenly acquired a flea circus and had to bathe both the cat and the dog. The dog is never particularly happy being bathed, but he humors me and just sits in the tub giving me the "I'm such a good dog, why are you being sooo mean to me?" look. The cat was a different story. However, much to my surprise, claws were never unsheathed. She did, however, squirt out of my hands like a watermelon seed once she was soaped, and escaped under the bed, behind the couch, in the bathroom closet behind the hot water heater, etc. And JohninKansas is right about the shower bit. Other than mewing piteously, she never lacerated any portion of my naked anatomy. Guess she somehow knew that I was trying to help.