"Hold still!"
"No! I don't like baths!"
"But you're all dirty!"
"Noo!~"
It's so small yet so strong...
After a few minutes of struggling to get the cat in the bathtub, I finally manage to get it inside after it felt the warm water.
"See? That wasn't so bad," I tease as I use some of my shampoo to wash its fur.
"I still don't like it," the cat pouts. "I'm just letting you win for now."
"Yeah, yeah," I respond, laughing. "Hey, do you remember where you came from before my father took you to the shed?"
"I was at the animal shelter. I didn't like it there since they always tried to give me baths, so I escaped while they were preparing one. That's when I ran into Yule's leg. He asked me where I came from, and I guess, he wasn't expecting me to answer because when I did, he looked so surprised like how you were. He brought me back to the animal shelter and told them that he was going to adopt me. After that, he brought me to the shed."
