SOMETHING IS UP!

Izzy Here.  I don't know what is going on, I just know I don't like it.  We have a water bowl downstairs.

My bowls are upstairs.  One for wet, one for dry:

Then there is my water bowl.  Sister gets the one next to it and uses my water bowl (if she must):

I think these are plenty, don't you?  But on Sunday morning, after everyone came home Saturday night smelling like another one of THOSE 4 legged things, this showed up:

This cannot mean anything good.  I stared mom down, but she didn't move it.  I think I might have to train another one.