The rest of the bath went well. I found out that my human's name is Hisoka. I was so happy! Hisoka carefully washed me with the pink suds and then poured warm water all over me. I was wet again, and I shook, trying to get dry. I only succeeded in two things: I got partly dry, and I made Hisoka a little sore at me. But he didn't glare for too long. Soon, he fished out a small bucket and put me in it, letting me float around while he washed his own hair. I was a little scared. I was afraid the bucket would tip over and I would fall back into the water. And also, when Hisoka put his head back under the water, I was afraid he wouldn't come up like he did the last time, and I wasn't close enough to get to him. So, I put my little paws into the water and padded towards him. Thankfully, he came back up on his own.
We got out, and my fur was so heavy, I could barely move around. Hisoka put on come pajama pants and put a towel around his neck, and then a robe. His hair was glittering more than before, and his skin was pale, but I bet it was soft. After a minute, he found another towel and picked me up, wrapping me in it. As we left the bathroom, he was drying me off. The towel was all around me, not allowing me to get away, but I didn't mind. His hands were gentle and as he tried to dry my head, I finally managed to get free and nuzzled his bare chest. His skin was warm and soft, and apparently, he was ticklish.
He set me down and fell next to me on his bed on the floor. It wasn't padded much, but it was enough for me. I crawled on the comforter and I bounced and I tried to catch stray feathers that popped out at me. I was having thee time of my life, until I heard a very strange sound coming from Hisoka. He sniffled, and rolled onto his side, facing me. His hair was still slightly wet when I got to him, and I played with some of the stray bangs. His eyes were distant ad tired, but he didn't seem to realize it until I made a little yawn, myself. He yawned like I did, and sluggishly crawled under the covers. Strange. He didn't even eat. I mewed from next to him, but he didn't respond. I mewed again, and still, nothing. Finally, and rather difficultly, I managed to jump over in front of him. His eyes were closed and his breathing was even. I would have smiled, it cats could do such things. Mewing once more, I crawled under the covers by his neck and snuggled him. I was warm and happy to be with my human, my Hisoka. Just before I fell into cute little kitty dreams, I faintly remember Hisoka putting his hand over me.