Macaroni loves to throw water out of all the water bowls in the house. She doesn’t do it all the time, but when she does, she’s so forceful in flinging fluid that the human has had to rig elaborate systems of elevated bowls sitting on dish drying mats sitting on rubber boot mats sitting on rugs to try and spare her floors being ruined by the little minx. Her antics with the water bowl long ago earned her the moniker Merkitty (for mermaid kitty).
In truth, she’s the only cat the human has ever met who clearly does not understand the concept of a water bowl. Just like she eats with her front paws, she mostly drinks water with her front paws. On those rare occasions when she crouches down to drink directly from the bowl, she always has one front paw reaching around underneath the bowl in the raised rack as though trying to grasp something. When the human first adopted her and didn’t know better, she put out water in clear glass bowls, which may well have blown Mac’s mind, explaining much of her later crazy behavior.
The house has mostly been spared Mer puddles since last summer. However, in the past few weeks, the human noticed that the big upstairs water bowl was nearly dry come morning, even though it was full when she turned in the night before. Concerned that one of the cats might be needing more water than before, she added a second bowl of water for the past couple of weeks. Even with two big bowls, one bowl would end up nearly empty every morning and the second’s level would be down considerably. A few days ago, the human kneeled down to retrieve something by the water bowl and placed her hand on the dish-drying mat to steady herself, only to find that the mat was soaking wet. That’s when the dim-witted two-legged finally understood why the water levels were so depleted each morning. The Merkitty is back.
Of course, the Smirky One is admitting nothing and accepting no responsibility for these actions.
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Pepe has also become a blanket sculptor, like Mac and Fireball, but he opts to use a different medium. Rather than climb into one of the kitty beds after pulling all the soft fleece blankets to one side, he prefers to pull the blankets back from the human’s side of the bed and plunk himself down on the flannel sheets with the duvet, blankets and top sheet behind him, making a little blanket cave. This makes sense as it puts him much closer to the far-infrared heated mattress pad that the human has going all winter. Plus, it makes it a bit easier to monitor the comings and goings in the bedroom. In this image you can see Mac and Fireball, behind Pepe, curled up around a strategically piled lump of blankets in one of the kitty beds.
Living with Carnivores 