Ugh, I woke up to a LEAKY ROOF this morning. Or water coming through the wall. Either way, a puddle on the kitchen counter. On the up side, I rent, so I don't have to fix it or pay for it. And since my landlord was coming over to check it out anyway, I told her about the burned out light bulbs in the ceiling fan I just noticed this week and was specifically instructed to not change myself. It seemed silly to have her come over just for the light bulbs, so I didn't bother telling her about it until I had something I actually needed her to address.
And now we're doing this (he freaks if I try to move my arm away, and my hand is conveniently located to give him belly rubs):