Myst is having a little indigestion and making smelly messes. Richard whisked him into the bathroom for a thorough cleaning.
Richard shut the bathroom door and Terry fed paper towels and combs to him through a cracked door. Myst howled and complained so much I felt bad and parked myself right outside the door and stayed there, worried for him.
When he came out, he was soft, clean and fluffy and looked proud of himself for escaping.