SOGGY MOGGY

It's that cat again - the handsome moron - he's making a habit of leaping up into our grimy workshop sink to drink out of the revolting sawn off plastic bottle which I use to clean my brushes.

He has a perfectly decent water bowl upstairs, but he seems to prefer our sink where he can spend a happy half hour being dripped upon by our drippy tap.

Give him his due - he's developed a fantastic spatial awareness - he no longer knocks things over, but he's absolutely clueless about drips - each one comes as a complete surprise...

Once he's got well soggy, he'll shake himself like a dog & leap off to get dry upstairs...