Dear diary thing,
(not sure how my hooman works this poota, her paws seem to fly over the buttons)
I am being subjected to the greatest torture a cat can endure.
I am being denied my 'cat rights' at every turn.
I am being foiled on every attempt.
And what my dear bloggy purrrrsons am I meowing about?
Well, hsssssss, let me explain exactly what my hoomans are doing to little ol' me
I am refused drinking water.
You heard it here furrst.
I am not allowed to lie in the basin in the bathroom with my parched jaws open
and drink from the tap while my hoomans clean their fangs
I am not allowed to jump up on the sink in the kitchen
and slake my thirst from the tap while Himself-hooman is washing up.
I am not allowed to sit in the bath while junior hoomans are showering - they complain something about me watching them and it makes them nervous.....
I am not even allowed to sample the vintage of the paint water on my hooman-mom while she is painting - I have been forced to try and knock off what ever object she tries to balance on top of the small jar of precious water to p.r.e.v.e.n.t MEEEEEEE from washing my dry mouth and throat.
Oh I know there is a bowl of water in the back yard* full of water hidden in the plants and
I know there is a bowl of water in the kitchen **
I know there is a bowl of water in the bathroom ***
I WANT TAP WATER
I WANT PAINT WATER
I WANT HOT AND SOAPY SHOWER WATER
(with or without the nervous pink hooman trying to shower at the same time)
I AM CAT
I AM FEARLESS
I AM THIRSTY
AND I AM COMING FOR YOU(r glass of water at the side of your bed purr purr purr purr)
Edited to add...
*the bowl of water in the back yard? You silly cat, it is the one midst the plants you like to roll in!
**the bowl of water in the kitchen? You ridiculous cat, it is the one away from your food so you can drink in peace
***the bowl in the bathroom?Good grief cat - it is that LARGE one on the floor near the radiator, not the bath, not the basin but the B.O.W.L on the F.L.O.O.R! gah