Bathtime Tom

'Tom, come here’, said Mary-Jane. ‘I have a job to do, it’s quite urgent - so you need to hurry too. What I have in mind is wet and kind of smelly, but it’s important as you have fleas captive on your belly’

‘Tom, come boy’, said Mary-Jane. ‘Please don’t glare that way. Get a move on, I haven’t got all day. Your fur offends my nostrils and your body odour stinks. I’m sorry, but this activity is not what you may think’.

So Mary-Jane collared Tom and walked him up the stairs. He tried to wriggle, squirm and beg, he wrapped himself around Mary’s leg, but Mary-Jane didn’t seem to care, and carried on her walking.

In the bath Tom was placed, he backwards flipped then scrambled out. He dashed towards the bathroom door, and knocked Mary-Jane flat on the floor.

Mary-Jane yelled, then stretched out her arm, catching Tom's tail with lightning speed, he stopped mid-skid, and was not best pleased.

Back into the bath once more went Tom, and Mary-Jane – she fell in too! Then much fun was had with some flea shampoo.

Up the shower curtain, Tom did climb and swung like a monkey on a vine, but silly Tom had soapy paws – SPLASH – he was drenched once more.

Tom glared at Mary-Jane in disgust, then snatched the loofah, sponge and brush and flung them at the door.

Next of course was the shower to wash away the soap and scum, but playful Tom thought he might have some fun.

Tom knocked the shower from her hand and like a snake, it uncoiled and hissed – it spurted water everywhere! Up Mary-Jane’s nose and in the air!

Mary-Jane laughed and screamed. She grabbed the towel from off the door and tried to mop the bathroom floor.

Now naughty Tom saw his chance – he sprang from the bath and bolted downstairs, leaving a wet trail of doggy hairs.

The deed was done and Tom was clean! As for Mary-Jane – she’s in the kitchen with a book - and a glass of champagne!