Thumbs are next

The kitchen faucet: choked with mineral deposits from our hard water. I haven't taken it apart to fix it because I'm not confident I can. You have to arrange the lever just so when you turn it off, or it drips.

The house: quiet. Empty, except for me and a sleeping kidlet.

The sound from the kitchen: a drip, starting suddenly out of nowhere. I go into the kitchen to investigate.

The bobkitten: has learned to turn the faucet on.