Not long arrived home, having finished work 2 hours and 10 minutes late. I'm tired, bit stiff and sore. Not hungry having only had lunch at 3pm. Open the front door and... cat spew.
Two blobs on the sheet covering one of the sofas (hence the sheets)
Two puddles on the sideboard
Two piles on the carpet in front of the sideboard
One puddle on the carpet near the kitchen
And as I was surveying the existing damage, noises ensued and oh hey! One puddle in the kitchen.
On a completely unrelated note, anyone want an 11 year old male cat? He's desexed, pure white, deaf, doesn't answer to Odin (or anything else for that matter so feel free to rename him. I'll refrain from offering suggestions as all my recent ideas are strictly R rated).