Don't Forget to Wash Behind the Ears

I hear familiar slurpy sounds, like those that Boodah makes as he grooms...he is meticulous, I suppose, like all cats. Lick...lick....lick....lick....the steady rhythm breaks the silence of the room.

Bandit rolls onto his back, belly exposed and ready for a rubbing.  I reach to tickle the soft warm fuzz of his tummy when I realize that he has managed to convince Boodah that he is entitled to a grooming as well!

Spoiled little dog.