The cat likes water. Especially fresh water. Especially fresh water direct from my glass. On the table, or on the desk, when I'm not looking she strikes. If the water's high, she just laps it up until I realize she's there. If, however, the water is low, she does not admit defeat. Rather, she'll stick her head in as far as she can. This is, of course, never far enough, so she'll tip the glass over until she can get at the water. Unfortunately, she always tips it too far, and it spills. No more water for her, no more water for me, and now I have a wet table and/or carpet and/or tablecloth, and sometimes wet papers on my desk.
Regardless, I love my cat.
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