So, Miss Molly’s feeling better...
She’s been playing in the little ‘pet tent’ we got for her to stay in after her surgery (its turned out to be more of a toy than a recovery tool). P goes over and crawls inside to play with her and comes shooting back out, screaming, “Molly’s got a spricket! She’s playing with a spricket!”
I look at H. “Okay, ‘man of the house’, Daddy’s not home. That’s all you.”
H gets up, gets a tissue and takes the bug away from her, saying, “Molly, that’s not yours!” She chases after him. “No, Molly! You can’t have it. It’s been tormented enough.”
Then P cleaned Molly’s paws to ‘get the buggieness off of her’.
@therealbucky05 why is this a scene from KittenPressure?