Beware of Bath

I know it before it happens, because it smells of schampoo and conditioner everywhere. Just in case it might open, I take up position by the front door. So far, I have not been able to escape the Bath and Beyond debacle.

Act two today of the Cat vs Dog drama. A loud Meow outside our balcony door, which is one floor up, and Molly stood there, waiting to be let in. Or at least acknowledged. The latter happened. Mum opened an inch or so, with me on a leash, and gave here cat treats. Apparently, we keep that for this particular occasion. I got to taste one, too. This is getting really weird.