Smacky was a huge PITA last night. I was trying to drink a beer and eat some chips and salsa and watch the game and he kept trying to knock over my beer or get in the bag of chips or step in my salsa or walk on my laptop (it’s never far away from me)… Finally I broke out the water bottle, and he finally got the message and laid down on my lap.
…soaking wet from the bottle. But it was better than the alternative.