…I found a full glass of water set alongside the large dog/kitty water bowl on the kitchen floor. I could tell that it had been carefully placed and not dropped there, as it was a very heavy glass and it was filled to the brim with water. Was some kind of hydrating gift being made to the Trash Can Deity? I wondered if I should place some tea light candles around it or burn some incense (or—given that it IS a trash can—just spray some air freshener at it)?
When I asked my wife about the glass, all was revealed.
“I put it down there for the cats,” she said. “They get tired of drinking out of a bowl and enjoy drinking out of a glass now and then.”
(Our relationship has always been firmly predicated on the fact that I am the weird one, mind you.)
I thought about pointing out the dangers of one of us accidentally punting a water glass across the floor, thought better of it, shrugged and went on with making my tea.
A little bit later, this happened:
So there you have it. What do I know? When we met, I was the cat person and my wife was the dog person. (We’re both half-and-half on the feline/canine preference scale now.) Through all my years of cat companionship, I had never offered any cat a refreshing drink of water from a glass. I’d like to take this time to apologize to all the cats I’ve known before: Buttons, Black Paws, Elvis, Rum Tum Tugger, Tigger and all the rest.
Next week’s discovery:
“Yeah, the cats are tired of drinking just water. They like a nice glass of champagne every now and again; they enjoy batting at the bubbles.”
*Another champagne flute crashes to the floor and breaks*