Mim's Death Wish

I was checking emails earlier when Mim came in to see what I was doing. The first thing I noticed was the wet splotches on her shirt.

"What have you been doing?" I asked, "your shirt is wet!"
"I been washing the cat" was her reply.
My eyebrows hit the ceiling.. "You what!"

I dashed into the kitchen, the cat was lying on the back doorstep, and gave me a filthy look, as if to say "You gave birth to her, I hold you responsible!"



Mim told me that she washed her with a wet washer, dried her with the handtowel and then combed her.
"What did you comb her with?"
"you know, the blue comb." (Daddy's comb - let's not tell Daddy that, shall we)

She's also sporting a small scratch on her hand, an indication of Morticia's unwillingness to have a wash!