Our cat is terrible, visiting the bowl produces excavation work before bleaching, periodically providing a sound signal. So we try to clean him immediately, so that he does not suffer. In the pot filler is wood, from those that dissolve from moisture into powder.
Here somehow I come from work, the husband after the comp, from the side of the bowl scratches and trembles the earth.
Why don’t you clean?
M: (philosophically) I wait... until the half-life is over...