Inside the log cabin, Orko’s wife, Dree-Elle, was watching her two Trollan kids, Isla and Syrup, playing with building blocks, when Orko came in with a dirty, dusty Furaha. “Daddy!” shouted the kids together. “But…who’s this strange cat?” asked Isla, the shy and curious of the two. “Kids, this is Furaha. She’s come to live with us due to a horrible life with her mother.” “That’s too bad, dear,” said Dree-Elle. “We’ll take good care of her and make sure she’s properly loved.” “Yeah, and make her the best relative of our family ever!” added in Syrup, who was always courageously fun. “Now, I’ll prepare dinner for you lot in a minute,” said Orko, “First I’m going to give Furaha a bath.”
Orko lead Furaha into a cosy little bathroom with a nice pristine white bathtub. Orko ran the bath and added lots of soft bubbles into the water, and as Furaha got in, she felt that the water was very warm. Surrounded by frothy, fluffy bubbles, Orko began getting out the almond milk shampoo and rubbing it all over Furaha’s dirty body, until she was covered in white foamy lather. “There,” said Orko, “I’ll get you all nice and clean.” Furaha felt soothed by the effect of the shampoo on her fur - Orko was even careful not to get some in her eyes. He got out a purple beaker, filled it with cool water and poured it over Furaha, causing the lather to be washed off her fur. She shook away the wetness and droplets flew onto Orko, causing him to laugh with her.
When Furaha got dry, Orko brushed her with a soft bristled brush, until her fur was sleek and smooth, and Furaha smelled really nice and wholesome again.
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