I present to you Sebrina’s customized bathroom sink (leaky faucet). I failed to notice it until Day 2 in our new apartment (studio). Then I saw a drop followed by a pause. Drop. Pause. Drop—well, you get the idea. A subtle, delicate, feminine drop, really. A droplet. I was last to know, obviously. Cats’ brains are small, and they use every ounce of them.
A fleeting thought of calling maintenance flew out of my mind as quickly. Yes, it wastes water, but slowly. Breenie’s 15th birthday draws near. She was a scrawny 2 ½ years old just yesterday, it seems. Life flies by. The leaky fauc—custom bathroom sink stays.
I forget about it until she or one of the boys greets me with a head bump. A wet head bump. At least she shares.