Or did I bathe a small unwilling dog? I don't know - and I'm afraid.
Memory is tricky in the aftermath of what was clearly an awful struggle. The deepest of the claw-marks is roughly shaped like a goat's head. There are pools of water in the bathroom and hallway. Wildly flung droplets paint the walls with madness.
On the sofa, where once in a burst of optimism I concerned myself with the precise placement of linen pillows, there remains a trace of white foam from the very jaws of the Beast. Or it might be suds.
What happened here?
Why is there never any Bactine?



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and yes
rolling on the damned floor!!!
I love it!
Rated.
RATED
Daisy's power is far-reaching, apparently.
I would suggest getting those bandaids with antibiotic in them.
We use them every time we have to pill a cat.