I got home on Friday, exhausted after a very tough week at work and from carrying home groceries, cat kibble, and wine*.
After my initial drop everything I went into the den and there on the floor was a huge puddle. My heart sank. Ella had been doing so well. Though I was pleased to see there weren’t little wet footprints everywhere. After a big sigh, I went to get some rags to clean it up. There were two toys in the middle of the puddle. I picked up and sniffed the little foam ball (’cause that’s what you do!) … no pee smell! I wiped up most of the puddle with a rag and sniffed again … definitely no pee smell!! What the what? Then I noticed the nearly empty water dish and began to piece things together. I don’t know how they did it: the water dish was upright and in its usual place; there was about two feet of dry space between the dish and the puddle. All I can surmise is that they (probably Ella but who knows — it’s a pretty heavy dish) tipped it on its side, but not enough to flip it. It ran and settled in a dip in the floor and the trail dried up between the dish and the puddle.
Who cares? Hurray! Ella’s record holds!! And the floor needs washing anyway.
*I bought two jars of on-sale peanut butter for our building’s food drive. Realized I couldn’t carry the peanut butter AND wine home. Decided Monday was a good day to put the peanut butter in the collection box — and I want to get more stuff anyway. Left it in my office and carried home wine instead. Priorities.