The change coming over Saika was pleasant, and Tisu relished it. He held Saika softly to his chest, smiling at him. He washed Saika, holding him softly, from the tips of his fuzzy ears to the balls of his feet, avoiding his erogenous zones so as not to frighten him.<br/><br/>"Saika," he asked the little kitten, his voice making his bulging abs rumble against Saika's back, "would you like to wash me?"