It started with Tylor smelling of poo. That, plus the fact that he always have smelly feet made me give him a good old scrub down. Whilst I did the dreaded deed Tylor made quiet, begging noises of mercy, but sat still the whole time.
Then it was Kif's turn. Kif is always dirty. And so I scrubbed and scrubbed and Kif screamed and screamed. Loud. I'm sure the neighbours thought I tortured him. Not only did Kif scream like a mad cat - he tried to wiggle himself out of my grip too, making me soaking wet of course.
So now I have two cats staring at me - hating me. However, I have a trick up my sleeve. I've bought their favourite ham. In 5 minutes I will become popular again.
"I can clean myself, thank you very much"
