Tonight Steven and I had to give Oliver a bath. Because of his long hair, he tends to have...lingering...smells from the litterbox. If I had plants they would die from him walking by. After I washed his body we tried to wash his head and as I held him he freaked out (even though he normally likes water, I think he got it in his eye) and then he ripped into me through my sweater. It's super ouchies. Notice the bruise. I took these pictures right after it happened. Ouchies.
PS- I secretly love being pale.
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OW!!
Ooo... he got you bad. And being pale rocks! Who needs a tan?
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