The high-voiced one was coming at me with a large flat object. Oh no, I thought. She’s not going to smother me with that thing. I was just about to back away and hop to safety, when she did something surprising – she turned and handed the object to Nice Guy. Now this was an interesting turn of fortune! Nice Guy would never smother me. He had just rescued me from the terrible wetness.
Nice Guy leaned down and started rubbing my fur with the object. It was warm and felt lovely. The dreadful cold diminished as he wiped away at the dampness. Ahhhh! Wonderful! When he was finished, I hated for the pleasant massage to stop.
I settled my relaxed and semi-dry body down for a nap.