Poor Wilbur, after getting wet in the washing up bowl last week, his only real option was to have a good old wash in the washing machine. Having coaxed him in with cheese, who doesn’t like a bit of cheese, I managed to close the door telling him that the washing machine would be a lot more exciting than the bath. He looked apprehensive at first, but when we told him he couldn’t have a cuddle until he was washed, he decided that he didn’t really have an option. He had to face up to the word of being washed. Hopefully he will enjoy the experience, spinning around and around at 600 RPM. If he doesn’t like it, it might knock some sense into him and reduce his mischief. We will have to wait and see.