Bathing a drunken Fluff had been an experience, but between them they’d managed to wash most of the wine off. There were some stains, mostly underneath where it had really soaked in, lending Nosy a purplish tinge but overall it wasn’t too bad.
Now though, Nosy was looking decidedly sorry for itself, lying limply by the sofa with an ice pack balanced on its head.
Owen sympathised, he’d been there only too often.
“Let that be a lesson to you,” he said, injecting Nosy with a hangover cure. “Too much wine isn’t good for you so don’t lay in it.”