She watched the little panther sniffed and dug his face into the glass food bowl. Inwardly she laughed as he raised his head all fur covered in white goo with oats. "That was good. Yummy. You're wearing it all on your face." The mage set the bowl on the floor. She picked up a napkin and poured a little water from a mug. "Hold still. It is all in your fur and whiskers." She barely dabbed his mouth and nose she lightly wiped his face. The teen mage set the napkin down. Felt him as he pawed at her and looked over her shoulder, "Oh you want to see your litter box." It has sand and fine gravel. You go into the big dome and pee and poo. Then rub your paws on the scratch post next to your box. I have a small basin for you to wash your feet. Today, I will give you a bath. I know you are sore. The pain meds will help. I will cover you in a blanket and rock you. Would you like a story after your bath?"<br/><br/>She rose from the chair and carried him to the dome box behind her and set him gently on stepping stones. "You may go in."