By halfway through our stay, I could see that there were some that needed to be drained. There was one on his toe that was particularly bad. So I took him in the bathroom (the light was slightly less-bad in the bathroom) and sat him up on the bathroom counter so I could get a better look at the toe sore.
Yup... It needed more medicine. So Momma tells Malot to stay there (in Creole-glish) and I take literally 4 steps from the bathroom to where the medicine is and 4 steps back.
When I return, this is what I find:
in my short steps, Malot managed to strip himself down and decided to give himself a bath in the bathroom sink!SO CUTE!