Under the weather

I'm right off my food. Yesterday, I managed to sniff away at three different meals and swallow a mouthful or two of each. For politeness.

She gave me a shampoo yesterday, complaining that my fur 'was all matted like a ... like.... well, like a MAT, Marley'. Then she called me Droopy Drawers when she got my legs wet in the shower and laughed at herself.

I was so weak, I couldn't even be bothered to run. I just stood there while she hosed me down and massaged my fur. At some point I may have pretended to be enjoying it and purred. It makes her feel better about herself.

So, I was dried off, brushed up and my collar was put back on. I showed my gratitude by forgetting to use the outside facilities.