I have something of an adorable problem on my hands.
Like millions of Americans, I have a cat. Like most of those cats, he’s a sweet, fluffy creature, who spends most of the day and night napping in soft places around our home, grooming himself or watching the birds out the window. But every night, just before the break of dawn, his tiny crepuscular biological clock rouses him and sends him bounding around the apartment, intentionally batting items from heights in an attempt to rouse me from my slumber.
It is this tendency that has made staying hydrated at night a struggle.
I do my best to drink the recommended amount of water every day, and that includes gulping down H2O any time I rouse in the night, in order to avoid that horrible dry-mouth dehydrated feeling when I wake up. Rather than sojourn to the kitchen tap every time I get up, I prefer to keep a vessel of water by the bed on the nightstand.
You can probably see where this is going.
It only took a single instance years ago of being woken at 5 a.m. to the clattersplash of a plastic cup bouncing off the ground and spilling water all over the ground to realize that the old system was exceedingly vulnerable to feline fiendishness. The years since have been a low-grade struggle to find a water bottle or other vessel capable of keeping enough water for me throughout the night, but also resistant to those sorts of shenanigans that keep cats front and center on everyone’s social media feeds.
