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Hate Showers!

Have I mentioned lately what has become of my showering ritual? This morning, Jan and Sophia decided to give me my biweekly shower. Although I have never really enjoyed it, ever since Jan has bought a new spray bottle, I have started behaving like I am being slaughtered. This morning, it was even worse. I screamed and bit Sophia in her finger. She didn't budge an inch (although her finger almost lost an inch) and not until after the shower she noticed her dripping finger - and let me tell you it didn't drip with water! However, somehow (and I know I have said it before), I don't think I have heard the last of it. Those dreadful showers just seem to be necessary...


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