It’s been much too long since we had any squelching around here. Or at least no squelching inside. Outside, there’s been a good bit of rain, things are a bit soggy, and the grass is getting loooooong.
Inside, though. That’s where I love a good puddle. Aside from the inconvenience, there’s always the chance I can get the human female to slip and fall in it, which is always good for a laugh. (Don’t worry–she’s never actually seriously injured. She has far too much padding for that.)
Today feels like it could be a good day for some water on the floor. Hmm. Where to put it? How about in the middle of one of the human female’s prep rooms? Someplace people have to go in and out of all day? That could work. Done!
A bit later…
Looks like the minions have been busy mopping. I can stand on the shore where they’ve put some bench paper down to sop. Ehehehe. Sop and mop!
Now, of course, it’s time for everyone’s second favorite game–Where’s That Water Coming From?
The humans are not sure if this is the source of the water on the floor…
…but they are catching on to the fact that there may be more than one problem. I don’t know if it shows well in the photograph, but can you see there’s a constant stream of water running there? Tsk, tstk. Wasteful.
Slow, Silent, and Costly have been summoned to investigate. Actually, I think that, as is typical, they have already been here, taken a look at the problem, and promised to return.. How can I tell? Easy! 1) While the sink is still running, the puddle on the floor has ceased to grow. I. e., the job is half done.
Also, someone has left behind a tool.
A lovely, grippy, bone-chomping tool. An adjustable, grippy, bone-chomping tool. I do not know who left you out, you sweet, toothy thing, but you’re mine now!
(later.) Yes, Slow, Silent, and Costly have been here and are coming back. They have promised a whole new faucet! The minions are quite excited.
Do you see the diabolical brilliance of my pranks? This is how you may know that you are in the presence of the Master of Mischief: I can visit upon the human female and her staff as many misfortunes as I wish, but if I throw them a little bone from time to time, all they can think about is that, and not the giant, still-unsolved problem that SSC may– or may not– be coming back to fix.