It was worse the first few times, when she kept struggling. These days she just moans a bit and tries to hide in the corner. I put rubber gloves on, pick her up, lay her down on one side, hold her scruff gently with one hand and wipe her down with a wet cloth/comb her with a metal comb with the other. It's still pretty smelly, though.

A friend of the family used to keep King Charleses when I was growing up. They were very friendly little things, if somewhat comical. They were black and tans, with great eyebrows.