Someone, namely, Indrid’s person, had forgotten to close the lid on the toilet, and while it had been flushed, it is still a toilet and thus doesn’t smell minty fresh, and the little bugger fell in.
So, he had to have a bath.
I had Morganna done her leather jacket, and I put mine on, zipping them up to our necks.
Cat-bathing is something that requires armor, you know.
They really do not appreciate water.
He was amazingly well behaved, considering that we were doing all sorts of awful things to his wee personage. I am glad to report, that although, after the ordeal, he huddled and shivered in a towel for about ten minutes, he is now fine, and is suffering no noticeable ill effects.
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