I’ve finally plucked up the courage to look in the gross bucket from which Louis Catorze was drinking, and it’s full almost to the brim with … soil and gravel. Yuck.
Cat Daddy was most unhelpful when I informed him.
Me: “I’ve looked in the bucket, and guess what?”
Him, not looking up from his laptop: “What bucket?”
Me: “The one Louis has been drinking from.”
Me: “Well, don’t you want to know what’s in it?”
Him: “Ok. What’s in it?”
Me: “Soil and gravel.”
Him: “That’s good, isn’t it?”
Me: “Is it?”
Him: “Well, the water will be nice and clean, won’t it, after filtering through it?”
Sigh. It was clearly pointless trying to prise him away from the football results to explain that the water would only be filtered if it came out of the BOTTOM of the bucket, and Louis Catorze had been drinking from water that had collected at the TOP. So I just gave up.
A quick straw poll among my cat-freak friends revealed 2 things:
- A gravelly bucket is by no means the worst place to drink from
- I have zero control about what the little sod does when I’m not around, so fretting about it is pointless
So I’m just going to leave Louis Catorze to it, although I have squeezed a few drops of his bioenergetics remedy into the bucket for at least a faint semblance of goodness. Ha.