We are selling our house, so I’m trying to keep everything ship-shape, just in case a potential buyer wants to see the house during the day. This means making sure the tub area is completely wiped down and no drips are falling from the faucet.

For Maya, this means no more catching the drips as they fall from the faucet or lapping the water that puddles in the bottom of the tub.

That doesn’t stop her from hoping though.

“What happened to my personal drinking fountain?”

“Maybe if I just stare at it some . . . ”

“You’re getting drippy, veeerrry drippy . . .”

“Maybe it just needs a little coaxing . . .”

“I know you’re in there!  Drip, darn it!”

Maya’s shenanigans makes me feel like a terrible cat-mom.