Kitty's got a Secret (Spain)

Pudge stayed close to him, whining softly, she relaxed a little as she felt comfort in him holding her, beginning to lick at whatever part of him she could reach in a grooming manor.

Andy pulled Pudge into his lap, her paws on his thighs, and hugged her close, one hand running down her back in soothing pets as he kept her hugged tightly to his belly with the other arm.

The she-cat whined as her paws touched the water, trembling and she tried to press close to him, letting out a whimper.

Andy picked the cat up and gently, slowly set her down, spreading his legs out so he could set her on the surface of the tub and not risk getting clawed as he dipped her into the tub, the water just high enough to come to the feral feline’s chest.

Pudge whined, taking a while but she finally tried to climb into the tub.

“Come on, Pudge, it feels good in here!” Andy held out both his hands for the cat to walk into, presumably so he could pick her up and put her in.

Pudge let out a soft whine while she kept trying to "save" him, her ears pinned and she even tried to jump up onto the counter.

Alex laughed softly, reaching to pet her with his one dry hand. He’d almost forgotten Pudge’s habit of trying to save him from the bath. He didn’t regularly leave the door open when he took one for the exact reason that it made her so nervous.

When Alex was in the water, Pudge seemed to get more fearful, standing on her back legs and she tried to grab him with her clawless paws, a worried look her face, she did this often if she found him in the tub, trying to pull him out.

Alex eventually had an idea that might not involve getting clawed by Pudge, which appealed greatly to him. The man stripped down and then slid into the steaming bath water, making it clear how good it felt by closing his eyes and letting out a relaxed sigh as he got comfortable in the tub.

Pudge pressed herself into a corner and she hissed fearfully, visibly trembling.

“You might like the water a little better if you changed,” Alex suggested with a slight frown. Pudge obviously needed bathed, but he hated putting her through it when she so obviously detested it.

Pudge tried to find somewhere to hide, letting out whines and mewls of distress, very much hating baths.

Andy had the sense to test the water, making sure he wouldn’t freeze or burn the fur right off of the poor cat before he plugged the drain and allowed the bathtub to fill slightly.

Pudge mewled and wvined as she squirmed, trying to run out of the room but she smacked into the door, shaking herself off and she looked back toward the male, her fur on end.

“I know, girl,” Andy sighed. “Maybe if you stuck to your diet instead of raiding my pantry you wouldn’t need my help to get clean.” He teased, booping her nose with a finger as he carried her into the bathroom and set her on the floor. He closed the bathroom door before she could run out and got some water running in the tub.

Pudge looked up toward him and she tilted her head, she noticed they were going toward the bathroom and she pinned her ears lightly.

Andy scooped Pudge up all at once, flipping the feline over to rub at her belly as he carried her towards the bathroom like a human baby.

Pudge jolted as she heard him coming to her and she looked up, letting out a soft confused mew.

“Hmm...” Andy thought for a moment as he watched Pudge struggle to groom herself. An idea soon came to him, and he walked over towards The she-cat.

The feline huffed as she was having a hard time grooming herself, as per usual, she used her paws to try and pull her fat rolls out of the way to groom herself.

Andy watched with mild interest, polishing off his sandwich. He left her half on the counter, wrapping it loosely with parchment paper that wouldn’t be too hard for the feline to navigate when she got hungry again.

Pudge eventually finished and she shifted to her feral form, padding off toward where her litter box was, coming back after a couple minutes and she began working on grooming herself.

Andy chuckled but didn’t intervene in the silly way Pudge was eating, instead eating his the proper way, taking bites in between short stretches of cleaning up the feline’s mess.

The  sniffed at the sandwich before raising a brow, she held it awkwardly before she began picking pieces off with one hand and eating them.