11 pictures of the afterbath.

bathtime with mister is tender time. he moves reluctantly down the long dark hallway, and while i'm turning the water on, he's escaping. i find him skulking under the kitchen table, and carry him back. he looks so sad in the warm stream, turning slowly round, looking down, looking at me, his eyes asking, how long now. but when i wrap him up in a brown bundle he wriggles happily, shakes his head and smiles at me.