We've had a major problem lately with floods of water. I came downstairs the other morning at 6 a.m. and stepped in a big puddle of water in the hallway outside the half bath. Then I realized that the rag rug that sits there was completely soaked.
After checking the toilet, the sink, and interrogating the girls for spillage that they hadn't disclosed, we figured out that the water came from the cats. Yes, our 7-month old kittens have decided that instead of just drinking their water, they should splash it in like raccoons washing their walnuts.
Despite our house not being very old, our floors are really, really slanted right there (by the way, if we ever decide to move and you ever decide to buy our house, I'm completely kidding about that slanted floor thing, dramatic effect, you know), and it turns out that the splashing they were doing traveled a good eight feet in a nice little river.
In the process, the cats soaked the bottom legs of the Ikea butcher block tables we have there and I know they're really going to ruin them if we allow this to go on. Greg has decided on a program of aversion therapy involving extensive swatting. I'm hoping that this won't make them decide to stop drinking from their dish and start drinking elsewhere, like (horrors) the toilet or something. That would be as bad as if they were dogs!
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