Busted, again!

Keep your dendrites hydrated, by #2

Alas, my mind control endeavors have been foiled, again. Ever since #2 arrived, I have been availing myself of her night time water by slurping when she was snoozing. And until yesterday, she was none the wiser because I am what is referred to in the trade as a smooth operator.

After working up quite a thirst during my morning aerobics session - for those who cannot relate, exercising in a fur coat is akin to steam-cooking, slowly - I hopped onto the bedside table and started hydrating perhaps a little more noisily than usual.

I was literally caught in the act.

Suffice to say #2 has now switched to using beaker cups with a screw top and a strange tube-like contraption.

How do I get to the water now then?