That Darn Cat

It was a toss-up today which photo to put in of the Agent of Terror cat - this one, where I discovered that she's been stealing my night-time water, which I carefully place near the sink and fill to the brim before bed (so that the chlorine and chemicals evaporate before they can pollute my pristine body); or the photo that depicts how she nearly clawed me to death (I'll save that one for another day - you can actually see the mark on my arm that she gouged during her vicious attack) (well, I exaggerate a bit, but if you look closely, you'll be able to see it) (I'll post it soon).

Anyway, I've been living here for 5 weeks, cat-sitting, house-sitting, and it turns out that she's obviously been pilfering my water. We've been lapping from the same glass. I've imbibed her saliva. And to be honest, I've not been that good about cleaning her litter box. This darn cat sure knows how to keep me in my place.