Oliver loves to bathe. He spends hours every day licking himself into a soggy ball of fluff. At least one of those baths, each day, is in my arms. So I didn’t think anything of it this morning when our post-breakfast snuggle turned into a bath.
Confined by my arms, Olive only had a few options for his bath. He spent thirty full minutes washing his armpit. Well…his armpit and my wrist. Each lick got a little bit of flesh.
My wrist is very clean.
Three layers of skin lighter kind of clean.
I have a red patch the size of a quarter where the skin and hair has been sanded off by a kitten tongue. Oliver’s armpit, in case you were concerned, is fine.
It’s Thunder Thursday! Courtesy of my friend Nikki, pictures of other kittehs participating in the Oli-mpics.