Later that night, I did my duty as a cat servant and meticulously scrubbed the red Georgia clay from each and every one of Studmuffin's toe beans.

"There." I set the damp washcloth on the tile floor of the bathroom and sighed. "Is that better?"

Studmuffin sat on the dry floor outside the bathroom, giving me his sternest professor glare. "You put me in the bathtub."

"With an inch of warm water. Then you soaked the entire bathroom and me until you got out of the ...