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goddammit!
Dec. 13th, 2010 08:03 pmI'm at the stove cooking.
I turn around.
Phineas is at the water bowls (new ones, which I got to replace the ones he regularly tipped over, which I got to replace the fountain that continually got jammed up with cat hair and spit--not, I'm not kidding--so that it overflowed).
He is SCOOPING THE WATER out on the floor.
Not dipping his paw in to get it wet.
Not splashing the water so as to see it ripple.
SCOOPING, the way he does in the litter box, all the water out on the floor.
From now on, the bowls go in the bath tub.
I am getting sick of this.
I turn around.
Phineas is at the water bowls (new ones, which I got to replace the ones he regularly tipped over, which I got to replace the fountain that continually got jammed up with cat hair and spit--not, I'm not kidding--so that it overflowed).
He is SCOOPING THE WATER out on the floor.
Not dipping his paw in to get it wet.
Not splashing the water so as to see it ripple.
SCOOPING, the way he does in the litter box, all the water out on the floor.
From now on, the bowls go in the bath tub.
I am getting sick of this.
