Today Joey saw a fly buzzing around either in or outside the window in my room. My dad was visiting, sitting on my couch, and pointed this out. We watched as Joey’s head moved side-to-side to watch it, then he jumped up onto the relatively small windowsill to chase it. “He’s going to fall,” dad said.
“I hope he doesn’t fall in his food dish,” I said.
Ker-thump.

He missed the food dish.
And landed directly into his water dish. Water was running all over my desk and he had his poor rear end stuck in the bowl as he clung with his front paws to the window sill. lol

He was fine. Just a little wet.