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In spite of his extremely impressive attempts at catching his mother's nose, when the chubby Frostfur settled, it was without her muzzle hugged against him like a body pillow. He was still grumbling as he relaxed beneath her ministrations, but soon enough his growls turned into tiny little puppy purrs. It was actually rather nice and comforting being cleaned up like this. And though he wasn't eating, for once it didn't bother him all too much.

Until, you know.. more than thirty seconds had passed and his belly was beginning to rumble uncomfortably. It was either starvation or the beginnings of a smelly little puppy toot. Convinced it was the latter, Whit began to flap his chubby little arms against his mother's snout.