Friday cat blogging

Late in life, Morty has developed a new quirk. He refuses to drink from the bowl he's used for the last five years. In fact, he became so dehydrated that we had to inject him with subcutaneous fluid. (You got lucky; I didn't post photos of those episodes with needles and two humans holding down the cat.) Once he was partially recovered, he stopped cooperating. But he did develop enough energy to show us that we were supposed to turn on faucets when he wanted a drink. So we do.

That works, but as good Californians, we feel compelled to hang around to turn off tap.

Morty has also discovered there is water in the toilet bowl.

Note the deft use of the tail for balance. He only occasionally falls in.

This works fine for him, but it creeps me out, so we've ordered him a cat fountain. Let's hope he'll deign to use it. To be continued ...