We were enjoying a companionable post-breakfast lie-about
when I fell asleep on the bed. In the depths of my slumbers, I heard an unmistakable slurping.
I thought, "Oh good! Stinky Boy is taking a baff!"
Oh Kitties, I have never been so completely wrong in my life!
And here is the fresh evidence. I lodged a complaint with the local magistrate (okay, just the Human) who took an official photograph of the still-damp incriminating evidence. Believe me, Kitties, that wet spot did not come from this sugar-and-spice girlcat. Surely it will dry, right?