For woe is me!

I knew I waxed too lyrical about my glorious dressing gown for my own good. Tonight Atticus went a little crazy after the bath - he kept throwing himself at me (standing on his change table) and knawing at my shoulder. In a funny, happy kind of way, though. All was well until he threw himself that little bit too hard and promptly vomited all over me. All over my new dressing gown! Wah! I'm so upset. I'll have to wait until Saturday before I can wash it. How am I going to keep cosy in the meantime?!