I soaped her belly twice. She hated that quite a bit. I also discovered it was easier to shampoo her if I let her get out of the water for it.

Of course, then I made her stand under the tap, so she hated that.

At least she seems to have forgiven me, if her repeated attempts to climb into my lap while I was putting on socks are any indicator. Maybe she's smart enough to realise that there are less fleas now?