Charles Notices Small Things

I was taking a bath a few weeks back when Charles started kicking up a ruckus. At first I tried to ignore him, but he just sat there at the end of the tub in that way where ninety-five percent of his body is a perfect lump propped up on his front legs with his head perched on the top. I thought maybe he wanted to get out of the bathroom -- he hates getting locked in there with me, but then he immediately wants back in when I shut the door -- so I propped the door open with a towel. He just sat there, staring at me and complaining. Finally I got out of the tub and crouched down and asked him what the problem was. In the quietness while I waited for an answer, I noticed the tap was dripping. I shut it off more tightly, and turned back to Charles. He walked away and didn't complain again.