Last week Ned decided that rolling in his litter, while wet, was an ingenious idea. He then figured that tearing out of the bathroom and jumping on to Gabe's bed to continue Rollfest '08 was an even better idea.
Then that naughty little litter-coated kitty got a bath. I adore post-bath Ned because he always looks for a warm snuggle. And he smells like a freshly bathed baby.