I’m not one of those people with the catt pictures. Except today.
Our catt is not unlike other catts, I’ve heard, in that he will only drink water from the bathroom sink. At first, we tried to curb this habit. We threw him on the floor with great force. We put a “relaxation fountain” near his food dish so he could lap from a free-running stream. Unfortunately he was too distracted by the little motor in the fountain and gave it a wide berth whenever he came into the kitchen. None of it would do – sometimes the bathtub was all right, though – so eventually we gave up.
The catt drinks from the bathroom sink.
However, he doesn’t lap from the puddles in the sink. He drinks from the bottom of the sink only while the tap is running. Oh sure, his head gets wet. But he doesn’t care.
If you put the stopper in the sink, so that the water can collect and then turn off the tap, he stops in his tracks. He waits. Rubs his head against the faucet. When you turn the water back on – not too much, not too little – he sticks his head back in there and drinks for 10 minutes at a time.
All of this makes him very wet so he shakes himself like a dog (or like a polaroid picture). Thus, I have discovered something he hates more than enclosed spaces: towels. Towels are the enemy. Towels are out to get him, just like they got his mom! Towels are innocent-seeming tools of catt sattan. He likes me, the catt, but if I even think about bringing a towel anywhere near his head, he gets a little mean. Consequently, after a good, long drink from the bathroom tap, the catt looks like this:
…kind of drunk and heavy lidded with the weight of all that fur.
Also, I like to drum on the catt sometimes.
