Echo (kitty cat) is in while I type yet another school paper, helping out by combatting the inescapable loneliness of endless homework at the end of the workday and week. When I head to the kitchen for tea, her eternally optimistic self follows me with a series of meows intended to help me remember that she alone is willing to sleep by my desk while I type. (There must be a yummy treat, right???)
She is so insistent on her desire for the clinking ice cubes in my glass that I provide one in her water bowl. First, she is somewhat suspicious. Is there something in my bowl that shouldn't be there? Followed by - Fun, there is something to play with in my bowl! Next, to really play with this great new whatever, I'll need to fish it out. So, in defiance of generations of proudly dry cats everywhere, she inserts paw and extracts ice cube. Now that it is rapidly melting all over the floor, she has the extreme fun of seeing how much water can be slung over the length of the living room floor. Its inherent wetness seems to be part of the charm, allowing her to flick her soaked paw in any direction she deems fit. Once the floor is sufficiently wet and paw-printed she settles back in, legendary curiosity 1, willingness to avoid water at all costs, 0.
