One time, when I did swoop in to save Kay from a potential disaster, I startled her so much that she tinkled in her pants.
The night before, I was chasing a mouse, and it got away by squeezing its chubby little butt right into the end of the hose. I waited for hours thinking he would eventually back out, but he never did.
When I saw Kay bend over to drink from the hose (which in itself is a potential gastric nightmare waiting to happen), I screeched and flew in and slapped that hose right out of her hand. Could you imagine if she turned the hose on and a mouse ran out? She would have done more than just tinkle in her pants.