Don't ask me. First it is a grumpy day and then being shouted at for sink jumping this morning and now a case of having to lick the furs dry.
When Lynettea went outside a short while ago, she found one of the pot plants on the bottom of the pond, rather than on its slate shelf. A trail of water splashes led from the pond to the back door. I have been sitting on the kitchen floor, licking my furs.
A mystery. My tail furs are the wettest part.
Lynettea tried to dry the wettest furs with a paw print design microfibre cloth. She said it is especially for me, although I haven't used it before.
My tail doesn't appreciate too much vigorous drying, so I rushed out through the cat flap.
I think the fish may have been surprised that I joined them in the pond, as they know I do not like getting wet. But they didn't say anything.
I have gone back to my viewing platform now and Lynettea said I am looking very dignified.