But first, I have to take care of something for Kitten.

He's short and fat, which means some areas are hard to reach to clean by
himself, bless him.

Kitten's bedtime preferences involves such closeness though, I insist on a
dingleberry-free Kitten's bum. No, really, I do.
No one wants to wake up to such little "pieces of chocolate" on their
pillow, and I'm "cat crazy" not "plain crazy", after all..
I also refuse to be lying in bed eating crisps, when the procedure my
fingers attempted just seconds prior to opening said packet of salty
goodness, involved Kitten's mighty bum...

Thankfully I have a good boy. A wonderful boy even.
He's let me help him complete those various little hygiene tasks he's had
issues with since birth without ever complaining.

I guess if you're born with chronic diarrhea, you soon appreciate your carer
using warm water and a soft washcloth, over dry kitchen roll or other
alternatives.
More challenging times required the use of pretty sharp scissors and a very,
*very* still kitten for a lightspeed precision haircut "down there".
It always went well. I guess10 years ago, at first, he expressed some
surprise. Now he doesn't care.
I can only assume to him it's like a fast cuddle involving, for some reason,
a handheld mirror, a glove and some tickling towards the area his manhood
used to be.
Needless to say, my scissors and I are innocent when it comes to the loss of
*those* little extras, I swear.

Thankfully for the good of the entire family as well as the house, he has
regained complete control over this once rebellious circular muscle of his.
No more will you hear "Where's the orange kitten?" replied with "Follow the
yellow coloured line.".
It is with relief that I say that nowadays, my involvement with this area is
seldom and pretty minimal.