Have your Humans still not called a plumber to fix the drippy faucet of youth so that it drips again?
Desperate times call for desperate measures.
Not half bad–much better than a water bowl.
–Charlie
Suppose your Humans bought a new, foam, king-sized mattress from Casper. Suppose your Human Daddy loves his new mattress so much that he has decreed no furry children should be allowed on top of it.
Now suppose your Human Mommy returns from work to find you and your Human Daddy in the position pictured above.
Somebody has some explaining to do.
–Amber