And sometimes it's da KAT that ought to wear The Badge!

Boots, da Beloved RB Kat , had his own private wadder kup up on the baffroom vanity -
only KatLips ever managed to touch HIS wadder! (Not sure if it doubled as a foot bath -
I never saw damp pawprints on the vanity) .... BUTT ~~~

Bootsy seemed to have Bad Luck when he'd wander through the kitchen ...
He always arrived during or just after one of the Three Amigos (da darn DAWGS)
had decided to *tank up* at the Dawg Fountain / Swimming Pond located in the kitchen.
The Mutts were >relatively< neat "Lappers" - Cinder was the Quiet Sipper,
Smokey *splashed a bit*, and ole Bowser just stuck his face in and started sucking ...
Not much H2O *flew around* during the actual DRINK ...

However, all Three suffered from *Leakin Lippz*, a chronic Dawg Malady!
When finished loading the tummy tank, there always seemed to be a full mouthful of
wadder that just wouldn't fit on board - and had to be jettisoned.
WHERE was the "excess" unloaded?

On the FLOOR - where else? NO ONE wanted to be caught *SPITTIN BACK*
it the community wadder bowl!

Enter da KAT ... <shuffle> - <shuffle> - <amble> ~ < SPLASH >

You could see his fur *fluff*!
One, sometimes two paws were *dampened*
He'd IMMEDIATELY *sit* ... sometimes IN the still flowing flood on the floor ...
A MOST EVIL GLARE would be cast upon anyone or anyDawg in sight ...
and Boots would begin the process of "drying" all effected body parts.

Woe be unto Dawg 2 if s/he stopped by for a drink ... "WATCH out fur da KAT!
He's gotta Wet Paw Attitude an he's blockin da wadder kup!"

I'll have to admit - I passed around a few Durty Looks after < splashing through > their
Leaky Lippz puddles a few times too many!
I just didn't *sit* in the puddle and lick my socks!

I *MISS* Ya, Boots! And Bowser, too!


/s/ Dad