And that means it's bath night. She's getting all worked up about it upstairs, poddling around with my shampoo and towels. She's humming tunelessly because she hopes that will put me at ease. Fah la la, I am upstairs doing stuff that's nothing to do with you, Marley. Fah la la...
God she is so transparent. I shall spend the next ten minutes flexing my paws, claws and jaw in readiness.
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