Mopping in their sleep

B. and O. are wiped, after helping un-flood the basement for many of the past 24 hours. How did all that water get in, anyway? And just what was the dark sludge at the bottom of the big puddle in the guest room? Barnum got sorta frustrated with Otty, who kept leaving tracks in the freshly mopped areas. Same with Monkerdoodle, who kept trying to sneak downstairs to roam around the basement then track her muddy, wet paws all over the rest of the house. Hours later it was pure team effort that got the soggy beanbag out to the alley for some lucky treasure-hunter. Later still, post-snack of Fudgees and chamomile tea, these two were ready to hit the hay. They need all the rest they can get, for tomorrow soggy futon will go the way of the beanbag. Monkerdoodle, resting peacefully at the threshold, looks on as they nod off.