Well, this is just mama’s bath time and I’m being very thorough tonight because sometimes mama has the taste of things she’s made for dinner and tonight there is a nice little olive oil flavour to her skin. Plus, I really love to bath them both. You’d think anthros know how to do this but I never see them with their tongues out having a daily toilette, as they should!
Uh, oh, this is what happens. Mama get in the groove when I bathe her and I think she has gone to ninna nanna land already. Oh, well, I’ll just keep at it and maybe I’ll finish by dinnertime.
HAH! Mama was just playing possum, whatever that is!!! And I’m just about finished here if I can’t get her to stay asleep. I am done, outta here, gone, disappeared, buggin’ off, leaving, exiting this spa, and frankly, I’m beat.
OH, NO, Papa! You don’t want a bath, too? I was just settling down for a nap before a nip.
I think he’s trying to talk me into it…
Okay, papa, you’ve done it.
But, can’t we just do this for a little longer?
Papa’s a bigger challenge than you, mamma, and frankly, I’m tuckered out.