My Sketchbook Gets a Bath

I noticed something in my cat's water dish. For a second, I thought I'd accidentally dropped a teabag in there. Then I realized it was a tiny sketchbook I'd made out of notepaper.


A couple of hours ago, it was on the art table in my living room. When I wasn't looking, someone must have taken it to the kitchen to give it a bath. I wonder who that could have been?