What is your favourite drink?
Louis Catorze doesn’t have a repertoire of drinks, and is only allowed water. Well, you’ve seen what he’s like on just water – would you really want to see him on absinthe shots or cask-strength whisky?
(Ok, I know that some of you would, just for the entertainment value. But, trust me, he would not be a force for good.)
You’d think all waters were created equal, but they’re not. Cats are weird when it comes to drinking, and there’s no logic to their thinking. (That wasn’t supposed to rhyme.)
Sa Maj likes his water from a tall glass, and it has to be either a highball/Collins glass, a wine glass or a pint glass. It’s a firm NON to a cocktail coupe, and don’t even bother serving him water in a bowl because he won’t drink it … and, if he has to go on thirst strike and shrivel up into a dry husk to prove this point, so be it. That said, there are days when he will leave his water glass untouched, preferring, instead, rainwater from the grimy surface of the outdoor table, or the murky, fly-infested depths of a bucket or watering can.
Nobody understands why.
Catorze’s departed cat-cousin, Alfie, had similarly unconventional tastes, refusing both tap water and bottled water and only accepting liquid refreshment from the water butt in the alleyway, once it had started to turn green. The first time I saw the state of his water bowl (decanted from the alleyway water butt), I thought his human was perhaps a bit negligent. He wasn’t. This was the only way that Alfie would drink – and, given the choice, green water is (a bit) better than none at all.
We can blame evolution for most of their oddities, but I would love to know what force compels them to favour gross water over fresh and crystal-clear; nothing about it makes any sense. But, for once, I can confidently say that it’s not just my cat who’s this weird, and I’m sure that there are others out there who are even worse.
Is yours one of them?
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