When I was younger and (even) stupider I shared a house with a cat owner. I loved (no, really) her cat but abused her pretty shamelessly, and, cats being what they were, she loved me back, sometimes with claws, sometimes out of pure masochism. As my brother was fond of saying (about the cat):
Pet her, she purrs,
Pet her, she purrs,
Pet her, she BITES,
Hit her, she purrs.

Anyhow, she rolled in something dead in the street, and being a long hair, she badly needed to be washed. She didn't see eye to eye with us on this point, so in the end we drew a warm bath of water, drew the shower curtain, tossed her in, and repeated as necessary.

The result was:

Many claw marks in shower curtain
wet floor
shrunken cat

But the smell improved even if her temperament didn't.

She has long gone to that 10th life, but I know that wherever she is, she has no concept of forgiveness.