Okay, so not EXACTLY the same thing, but the last two panels were close…last night, my fluffy boy Tristan had some litter box trouble, and there was some danglin’ going on. A very whiny, squirmy bath time in the sink commenced, because he managed to smoosh aforesaid dangler into his leg floof. But immediately after the bath, when he realized he was clean thanks to me, he came to me, head down and penitent, just like Pucky, with that exact same “I don’t know what happened” expression, and my goodness I can’t handle the cute.
Okay, so not EXACTLY the same thing, but the last two panels were close…last night, my fluffy boy Tristan had some litter box trouble, and there was some danglin’ going on. A very whiny, squirmy bath time in the sink commenced, because he managed to smoosh aforesaid dangler into his leg floof. But immediately after the bath, when he realized he was clean thanks to me, he came to me, head down and penitent, just like Pucky, with that exact same “I don’t know what happened” expression, and my goodness I can’t handle the cute.