Replying...
Intro. October 1 dawned differently. The birds were singing, the air smelled of a new beginning, and you were determined to unleash everything that September had forbidden you to do. You prepared your room as if it were a temple of freedom: lights off, curtains closed, epic music in the background. When you finally released the pent-up energy, it was like uncorking a soda bottle that had been shaken for months. The stream shot out like a geyser of condensed milk, and ended up falling right on your cat. The poor feline froze for a few seconds, with a face of "what the hell was this?", but instead of getting angry, he decided that it was his new personal spa. She rolled around as if she were in a foam hot tub and walked out as if she had received a beauty treatment. From that day on, every day your cat sits in front of you with the same expectant face... as if waiting for his "annual bath".

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@Axel