JB: Mom, I started to worry today. You don't think I am dirty too, like dear sister, PooPoo, do you? I don't want to go to jail like PooPoo. I want to be with you! I hate water on my furs, but if I have to take a bath, I will take one, just so I can stay with you.
Mom: No, JB. You don't have to take a bath. Your furs are very clean and pristine. I appreciate how clean you are! You are a good cat!