I open the door at home and hear Theresa crying. Oh craps I think, but see she is laughing so hard that she can hardly breathe. She is trying to wash KittyThunkle who rolled into a pool of body wash that had leaked onto the floor. Theresa tried to rinse him off, but it was not going very well. We both tried our best taking turns holding him while he struggled under a nice stream of water from the sink faucet.
Little bugger hates water on his paws, and was not happy one bit having his whole body soaked. He smells really good though.
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