Cold Tile and Drips

Stalked off the soft rug into the dark room. Cold stone underfoot. Much better. Grr... smelled dampness in the air. Crawled under the white basin where shadows gathered thick. Found a slick puddle pooled against the wall tile. Plink. Water dropped right on my crest. Shook my head, crouched low, and slammed the butt of my club into the puddle. Splash! Drops scattered everywhere. Good territory. I curled my tail against the pipes and stayed put.