Things have been busy, so I haven't had as much time to wax rhapsodic about my favorite feline. I thought it was about time for me to remedy that gross oversight.
This morning he just made me scratch my head. I love my baby and as smart as he is, I really have to wonder sometimes just what is going on inside of that walnut-sized brain of his.
Now, we know cats are weird about water. The time that Sunny jumped into the shower with me and then bolted out when he realized "holy crap, I'm getting WET!!!" had me laughing so hard I cried. The look of pure panic on that furry little face was totally priceless and I am a bad kitty momma because it totally cracked me up...but I digress.
I was talking about this morning.
Today I was in the kitchen trying to whip up a quick breakfast and get to work when himself wandered in to assail me with plaintive mewing. In spite of my rush, trying to be the good human servant, I stopped what I was doing and turned to look at him and ask, "what?" He replied with another mew (as he often does) and wandered over to his bowls. Now you have to understand, not only does he have a lovely white ceramic fountain courtesy of his Aunty D. which constantly circulates and provides him with running water, but there is also a shiny stainless steel bowl next to it, because sometimes he just doesn't want to deal with the running stuff and it's important that he stay hydrated.
Yes, I know, he IS ridiculously spoiled.
Not only are both of these constantly filled, but they are filled with water from the filtered pitcher. Thinking this was the issue (especially since the dry food had been refreshed and there was gushy food in the other bowl) I walked over and added more to both from said pitcher. Sunny just looked at me. I walked back to my work station and emptied the oatmeal from the pot I took from the stove to the bowl I had waiting, putting the pot in the sink and filling it with water. I had enough trials with wallpaper paste when I had to deal with the stuff on my actual walls. I don't need it on my dishes as well. I turned back to doctor my oatmeal the way I like it and heard a very distinct "thump."
That would be the sound of 14 pounds of feline gracefully landing on the lip of the sink. Seriously, he is quite graceful and the noise is not nearly what I would have heard from my previous beauty, Nala, who was only 11 pounds, but landed like a ton of bricks. I turned to look as butt high in the air and front paws on the bottom of the sink, my little fur brain happily lapped at the starchy water of my oatmeal pot. When he came back up and turned to look at me licking his lips I shook my head.
"Really? You have a bowl and a fountain, freshly cleaned and filled with filtered water and YOU go for the scuzzy oatmeal water. Seriously?"
Sunny blinked and let out a short meow that I swear was him saying "yup!" then jumped back down to the floor and sauntered out of the room.
That's my boy.
