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Yesterday I worked from home, which mostly means I fed the cat on his weekend schedule instead of his weekday one. Also, he felt the need to check on me more or less constantly, so at one point I was sitting on the floor, and he was sitting on the desk and overseeing my progress like the adorable royalty he knows himself to be.

My open water bottle also happened to be on the desk, and we all know where this is going. (I swear, he’s not normally a water knocker-over.) So I hear the clonk of the bottle tipping over, the swoosh of the cat leaping away, and the drip of water hitting the carpet. No biggie, it’s just water. And as I’m grabbing some paper towels, I think to myself, ‘at least there wasn’t much water left in it!’

But I can’t help the sneaking suspicion that there WAS a lot of water in it. More than I’m seeing on the floor. But maybe I just drank more of it than I realized! Go me, staying hydrated!

NOPE. When I bent over, and water started dripping down the back of my neck, I realized that the cat managed to knock over the water in such a way that MOST OF IT poured into the HOOD OF MY SWEATSHIRT. What can I say? He’s very gifted.

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