Last night, I took a very long break. When I got home, I grabbed a coke and my laptop and got into bed, intent on studying a little more. I lay on my side facing my laptop, and The Cat came and lay down beside me - he is pretty into IP. I balanced the coke can on my hip.
We worked our way through some copyright issues, and I started to doze off, but kept reading anyways. It was like when you are sitting somewhere and your head keeps dropping forward, then you keep straightening up.
Then, the inevitable happened.
I fell asleep for real, and poured the coke ALL OVER The Cat. I was literally fast asleep for like half a second, which was all the time needed to drench The Cat completely. He freaked out and took off, and I jumped out of bed completely confused. Then I grabbed a roll of paper towels and ran after him.
He was cool with being blotted, but no amount of reasoning on my part could convince him that he should let me rub him with a wet towel, so I gave up and went to bed, and he sat on top of a cardboard box and licked himself for what must have been hours, because he seemed pretty clean when I woke up this morning.
At 5 am
To him systematically removing each individual Surlock ring from my patents casebook. When I hissed at him to quit it he went on an absolute spazz parade, which he was entirely entitled to. The caffeine was not sitting well with him.