After learning about some of the gross things that are in tap water – if you don’t know, trust me, you’re better off not knowing – I decided to treat myself to an eco water filter. It’s eco because, instead of throwing away a plastic filter cartridge every few weeks, you open the cartridge, empty out the coconut fibre charcoal innards and replace those. Not perfect, but not bad either.
I decided to buy this just for me, but I have to admit that I briefly dallied with the idea of giving Catorze filtered water, too. Now, please hear me out. It was only a thought and I’m not going to go through with it, for the following reasons:
1. If Catorze’s guts can handle rotting rat carcasses oozing with maggots, he is probably managing fine with tap water.
2. I would die of embarrassment telling a chat-sitteur to serve our cat filtered water in our absence, yet letting them help themselves from the minging tap for their own drinks.
3. If there were some sort of crisis in the future and we were forced to give Catorze tap water as an emergency measure, he would probably go on thirst strike and let himself shrivel up into a brittle, anhydrous husk, just to spite us.
So there will be no fancy water for Sa Maj. But don’t feel bad for him, because he still has a choice of delightful drinking spots available to him: his water glass, the rainwater that pools on the outdoor table and the indescribable stagnant muck lurking within the garden bucket.
Here he is, enjoying each one at various moments over the years:
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