“Mum…Whose idea was it to bath the cats together?”

I shouted, walking out of the bathroom into the kitchen, dripping water everywhere.

“Oh sweetie! What happened to your shirt?!” she asked, glancing at me before continuing making my sandwich.

“Ugh,” I groaned, “Mystery spilled the orange cat shampoo on me I was trying to put it on her.”

“Maybe next time bath them separately, ok?”

She told me, looking at me again. She spotted the trail of puddles leading for the bathroom to me, and more puddling around my feet and sighed.

“Yes, yes,” I answered hurriedly before she could say a thing. “I’ll clean it up.”