“Can I use my metal circles to hire a human to clean my paws? Is there a human who could do so competently?” “I shall do it,” Bridget said, rising. She winced and touched her cut lightly. “But I desire competence,” Rowl protested. “You are too rough with your wet cloths. If you would only use your tongue, as is proper—” “I think not,” Bridget replied firmly. “I know where your paws have been.”
