We have a fountain-style water bowl for the cats. It’s been out of service for quite some time–since last summer, if my memory is correct.

So when Maggie decided to put it back in operation a few days ago, it was the first time Sachiko had seen anything of the sort. She was intrigued.

Until it gurgled at her.

And splashed her.

Sachiko now maintains a safe distance from the evil, no-doubt dog-possessed thrower-of-water.

Drought or no, she’ll drink from a quiet, safe bowl–as She-Who-Always-Walks-With-Tail-High ordained.