The Other and One

When I change the water for my friends, the cats, in the morning there is nearly always some particle of food - or schpläge of some sort - that finds itself in the water, floating on the surface and taken by the diminutive, swirling currents. I attempt to pull the offending particle out of the water, but it endlessly avoids my finger, somehow passively taking the current to safety. The need to remove this tiny criminal drives me mad, especially in the morning when I have so many, seeming more important, matters to attend. I am in need of some hero who, possessing the powers of a god, will come, they must tell me how to save my day so that I am able to drive this petty perpetrator from my mind and teach in peace.