goddammit!
Dec. 13th, 2010 08:03 pmI'm at the stove cooking.
I turn around.
Phineas is at the water bowls (new ones, which I got to replace the ones he regularly tipped over, which I got to replace the fountain that continually got jammed up with cat hair and spit--not, I'm not kidding--so that it overflowed).
He is SCOOPING THE WATER out on the floor.
Not dipping his paw in to get it wet.
Not splashing the water so as to see it ripple.
SCOOPING, the way he does in the litter box, all the water out on the floor.
From now on, the bowls go in the bath tub.
I am getting sick of this.
I turn around.
Phineas is at the water bowls (new ones, which I got to replace the ones he regularly tipped over, which I got to replace the fountain that continually got jammed up with cat hair and spit--not, I'm not kidding--so that it overflowed).
He is SCOOPING THE WATER out on the floor.
Not dipping his paw in to get it wet.
Not splashing the water so as to see it ripple.
SCOOPING, the way he does in the litter box, all the water out on the floor.
From now on, the bowls go in the bath tub.
I am getting sick of this.
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Date: 2010-12-14 10:58 am (UTC)I think my cats and yours are psychically connected. Last time you posted about the delights of cat sick mine had done the same. This time I need to get a new drinking water arrangement, because they keep tipping it all over the floor, and I caught Maddie paddling in it and flicking it out!
I'm tempted by a fountain, but they are so expensive
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Date: 2010-12-14 01:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-14 02:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-15 02:00 am (UTC)Maybe when you were out, Phin watched a documentary about fishing cats?
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Date: 2010-12-15 02:15 am (UTC)(Actually, I did just move the water bowls to the bathtub, shades of the Deemers and their bathroom-sink-cat-water-glass...)