Helios licked his nose insolently, before bending to lick drops of water off Ace’s feet. He washed one spot assiduously, before hopping in the shower and looking up at the shower head. Then he looked at Ace, tail waving, and back at the shower head.
She could feel heat rising up her cheeks, and jerked her eyes away. “Helios,” she said in a long-suffering tone, “did you make Ace give you a shower? Your fur is sparkly, yes you did you bad man. Wicked kitty.” She sighed, scrambling out of the butterfly chair. “Thanks, Ace.” Snagging a towel from the kitchen, she draped it over the ragdoll’s back, kneeling to rub it over his fur.
Ace brushed off the apology easy enough, towel secured around his waist as he watched the girl fuss over her companion openly.
“Curious one, he is,” the lad voiced, before moving to plop down on the couch, failing to realize his lack of clothes bothered the girl to some degree.
Without a moment’s hesitation, Diesel picked himself up, and trotted over before plopping down again, effectively draping his jowl against his owner’s feet.
She glanced over her shoulder to smile at him and reply, and her hands froze on the cat. Very carefully, eyes sliding up and down his form, she said, “Ace, please tell me you’re doing that on purpose. Because if you aren’t, I really think you’re being very cruel, and I don’t like that.”