Wet

Yesterday afternoon, Iggy came home through the study fanlight.

In a wettish sort of manner:

Moments later, Mustrum did the same:

Now, the spotties have Previous on vigorous discussions of one sort or another; the pnod appeared undisturbed, so we can only guess that some strange event encouraged them both to conclude their conversation in the stream at the end of the garden.

Why remains a mystery, but I don't try and analyse the cats' motives; that way really lies madness...