Ravage! It's bath time! Please excuse me while I take care of something. Enjoy the chapter, and a very big thank you to all those who reviewed. Now, on with the story, and bath time!
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"Mmrrrooooooooowwwwwwlll!"
To put it short, Ravage did not hate the bath, he despised it. Sure, the water was a comfortable temperature, but it just felt weird when it touched his skin. On the internet(courtesy of Miles's laptop), he had read that it was not uncommon for a cat not to like water.
The reason he was getting a bath was because when he had peed on the scout, who he was sure was the one called Bumblebee, the two teens tried to catch him. He had ran under Bumblebee, and had gotten car oil all over him. As they had been leaving the boy's house, he had heard the boy yell," 'Bee, you have to be more mature! Motor oil can kill animals!", then the scout had replied through radio clips," Like you were...better...besides...how was I supposed to know that, idiot!" Before Ravage could catch anything else, they were already driving back home.
Back to the current situation. Molly held Ravage in the tub with one hand, while she scrubbed with the other.
"Ravage, I believe this will serve as your punishment for peeing on Sam's car."
"Mmeeeeoooooowwww!"
"Yeah, yeah. I know you don't like the bath, but how else would we get the motor oil off you."
"Mmeeooww! Mmrroowwll!"
"Calm down. We're almost done.
"Mew!"
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By the time his bath was finished, Molly was glad she had been wearing rubber gloves. Ravage went over his window will perch to sun and dry off. Before Molly was done with her shower, Ravage was fast asleep, dreaming about how he would get revenge on the scout for making him get a bath.
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Sorry it's so short, but I felt I should stop here. Like? Hate? Please review!