Wet and Dry

Fur beautifully clean and white again. Fell asleep under the garden table but there was a downpour and since the table is full of pretty holes Myself was really rather wet. Sat there for quite some time, getting wetter and wetter from the drips, but even so it was far far better than legging it (So undignified) back to the house through the deluge.

She was suitably sympathetic and helped immensely by brushing My fur back into shape after it had dried. He found it terribly funny to ruffle it all up on end when it was still wet so am no longer feeling guilty about the large fur ball. (Shame it wasn't even larger.)