Before I do anything, I like a quiet few moments with the bidet...well, obvs not entirely on my own - there were paps there too, but I'm used to that. (Just as long as there were no "plops" eh? Ha ha!) Cleopatra had audiences in the bath, didn't she?
Then, of course, one has to choose the range of perfumes on offer. Didn't think much of this particular selection, I must say, so I went for the D&G, which was a weeny bit less tired than dull old Eau Savage. What kind of granddads does this place cater for normally? And is that Lavender Water behind it? Eek!
I love a really good foaming bath, don't you? Being white white white, I tend to disappear in all those bubbles, so I don't want too many, otherwise no one would know I was there and they might send out a search party.
And I must have the right kind of soap. My fur has thousands of glittery strands that need careful conditioning to keep me in tip top shape. Fortunately, I'm worth it.