Last night I stumbled off to bed fairly late. We’ve been working hard to get back to normal after the events of Black Friday, obviously, so I was exhausted and looking forward to a good night’s sleep.
I kicked off my shoes, and stepped around to Terry’s side of the bed to close the blinds.
And stepped straight into a large pool of water.
Only… it wasn’t water, was it? No, it was PEE. The Rubinman had struck again – motive: unknown. He had been walked. He had been out several times that night. Still, though, he had struck. It looks like Terry’s-side-of-the-bed is the new washing machine as far as Rubin is concerned.
He HAD been left upstairs alone briefly: we can only assume that he saw a window of opportunity during that time and took it. Thanks, Rubin. You really know how to pick your moments…