Last night was a truly lousy night. I cou;dn't get comfortable, my legs and joints ached, Thatch was restless, I was restless. When the alarm rang at 5:30, I dressed and went back to bed. I would still be there if my body hadn't screamed for a bathroom break. Once in the bathroom, I saw (very poorly without my glasses) something floating in the cats' water bowl. The water level was high, so that meant whayever fell in there had happenedearly last night, and the cats had no water. Annabelle clearly wanted water, so I had to empty the dish, rinse it, and refill it. By the time I dumped the water, whatever it was floating there had disintegrated.