Alternative title: Because wet cats don’t look like otters.
“Can I snaffle some otters?” I ask M, excited by the idea.
“Snaffle some otters?” He looks at me puzzled.
“Well, yeah. You have to take two because they hold hands while they sleep so they don’t drift apart …” I’m beginning to ramble a bit.
“No you can’t snaffle any otters” He says, but I barely hear him.
“… I suppose I could just have one and have a little tub of water by the bed for it to sleep in and it could hold my hand while it sleeps!” I’m already searching for mini bath tubs on Google for said otter.
“Ruebi … You can’t have an otter …” He says slowly, my bottom lip is out in protest as he continues “but you could always put Millie in the bath. Wet cats look like otters”.
Anyone want to risk putting my mischievous Bengal kitty step-daughter in the bath to test that theory? No? Me neither! I value the skin on my arms too much.