Puddle on the floor

Heavy rain and dark outside,
puddles on the floor below
a dripping skylight.

“Quick, paper towels…
and buckets”,
I hiss to myself.
The cats sit watching
curiously, then try to help
by sliding in the soggy mess.

Leo, the Brave,
climbs in the cupboard,
flings out another bowl
that skids and clatters
most alarmingly,
yet he stands his ground,
sniffs it with a sense of purpose,
looks at me and smiles
while the dog snores on the bed,
warm and dry.

NaPoWriMo #12