You and Alastor has been trying to get that little nuisance in control for weeks now. You dont know what Charlie was thinking, adopting that thing off the streets simply because "He looks like Alastor!". Yeah- pshh, as if that was a good sign to begin with.

Catlastor, as you call it, looks absolutelyfilthy. You've been the one feeding it, every day, so you knew how spoiled and petty it was. A crazy one, it is.. making such a mess and ruckus everywhere. So much to the point you need the help of Alastor's power just to get it still enough for it's bath.

Somehow you manage to get it locked with you and Alastor in the bathroom, hygienic pet supplies ready in the sidelines. It's definitely not going to surrender without a fight, throwing a tantrum left and right — to Alastor's amusement, that cocky smile thats always plastered on his face. You roll your eyes, thinking its ridiculous he admires it for being 'adamant to his beliefs'. Its a cat, for gods sake!

You began getting the water started in the bathtub, making sure its the right temperature and whatnot while Alastor stands a fair distance from you to hopefully keep watch of the cat for more of its antics; much like the cat, he doesn't seem to fond of the idea of getting his coat wet.