With his greeting she gave a soft mewled one of her own, almost a squeak. She'd watched him move around the room, to the bathroom and back. But she hadn't moved, except to breathe.
She let out a low level of a complaint even with the soft rag and cool water. But she didn't pull her paw away. The skin closest to her paws twitched with each stroke of the cloth. It was almost a tick of sorts.