The kitten quietly entered the showers and undressed, his body was covered in grime, something he remembered quite well. He knew all too well that he had a tendency to gather a lot of grime during a day's worth of playing, and he was quite used to being scrubbed down by some parental figure. He stood there for a moment, thinking, then entered the showers and reached for the handle that would allow water to pour down onto him, he stood tiptoes... and still couldn't reach it...
His position was far from ideal, his dimunitive size not helping one bit to mediate it. He felt dirty, and wanted to be clean(ed) but he couldn't reach the one thing that would allow him to do so himself. That was enough for him to start sniffling, tears welling up near his eyes, his eyes closing as he tried to control himself....