It never rains but it….pees
5 Nov
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…
Aww :/ Sorry for you guys (and your poor feet, ugh). Yeah I don’t know how they do it either. Like “not able to vacuum the floor” (no thumbs) but “able to open the fridge” (without thumbs!!). As I said in my post about my dog’s behaviour: Keep calm and carry on. Even though you’re about to freak out. Count to one hundred and make yourself some tea. And don’t forget to breeeeaatheee.
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There was the time I stepped in cat vomit in the middle of the night. Cold, slightly lumpy, cat vomit. Squishing between my toes. It makes my toes curl to this day just thinking about it!
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Whose side of the bed was the pee on? I rest my case!
Ha ha! Just what I was thinking! ;P
I think I told you my theory about Rubin and shiny white appliances. Clearly that’s been shot to hell now.