My bedroom and bathroom floors are all freshly mopped and all of my towels and some of my blankets will soon be freshly laundered because I turned the bathtub on and went to write an email (and entirely forgot about the bath, thereafter).
Cats just sit there and look at disasters happening. You'd think one of them would come and get me.
It's funny how easy it is to revert back to thinking that you can count on your memory. I guess I forget that I can't count on it.