So today I got dragged into the shower stall with dad by the evil mom. After a thorough scrubbing (apparently it took two full shampoos to de-stench me) and a few too many bucket rinsings, I was pronounced clean. I ran throughout the apartment proclaiming my newfound cleanliness, and rubbing against everything I could find. The "Aire Dry".
I went to show Kafka, the orange tabby, how clean I was and the look in his eye said it all... so I just gave him a big head kiss and went back to my fluff-and-fold.