My dad was torturing me. He made me sniff this stuff, he called "Tuna" petromalt. It smelt terrible. He said it was supposed to help with hairballs. Then he put it on my paw. Needless to say, I promptly flung most of it off onto the floor and walls.
Then I ran into the basement and hid on the little shelf by the books. He said he was sorry and gave me a treat, but I just swatted it off.
Finally, he got the stuff off my paw (you can see it in the photo he took while I was pouting at him on my left paw.)
11 hours ago