Rant: I am going to kill my cat (okay, not literally). He's decided he can't drink his water, he can't drink the dogs' water, he can't even drink out of the sink. No, he has to drink my fish water, especially the jars that can get tipped over. Especially my breeding male's jar :/
Lucky thing my mom happened to go in my room, see water all over, and realize there was a fish flopping all over the desk. Yippee! I think he'll be okay, poor guy.
Not to mention the huge mess I had to clean up. Good thing nothing got ruined, but some semi-valuable things got wet. And, apparently, my floor leaks, because there was a puddle in the basement right under my floor where the water spilled. I don't know what I'm going to do about my cat. GRRRRR!!!