NaBloPoMo: On drinks and animals
So, there's no place in our house that's safe for drinks. Allow me to explain. We've got a narrow table next to the couch, which would theoretically be a great spot to place a beverage. But our gymnast cats use it as a vault to launch themselves onto the couch. As if that weren't problem enough, Luke's very waggy tail can easily take out anything on that table, leaving it doubly-bad for drink placement. But lo! We have a coffee table! An ideal place for a beverage, no? Well, no. Again, Luke's very waggy tail would take out any drink on the coffee table faster than Godzilla could level Chinatown. "But, wait," you ask, "don't you have a dining table?" Why yes, yes we do. And yet, somehow, Luke's very waggy tail has been known to destabilize the table enough that drinks topple to their doom. I find that there's no safe place for a drink to exist in this house. I have no other choice, it seems, than to transition us to spill-proof sippy cups.