This morning Alpha Geek and I were watching the news, as we are wont to do. I like to check the weather forecast and see if the sproggen or I should wear raincoats. I think Alpha Geek mostly just likes to listen to the white noise while he’s achieving consciousness.
Suddenly, from the kitchen, came a series of strident meows. It was unmistakably the sound of a cat in distress. I thought Duchess had managed to get herself trapped in a cupboard—lately she’s been getting adventurous and climbing new things, not always successfully. I hurried into the kitchen to see what was wrong.
She was fine. She was standing in the middle of the kitchen, looking expectantly up at me. Not trapped, no injuries.
“What’s the matter with you?” I asked. She beamed at me. I petted her a bit and went back to the living room.
Five or ten minutes later, the penny dropped. I went to check her water dish: empty.
Every other cat I’ve known, when they were out of water, has tried to lead me to its (empty) water dish.
This cat was trying to lead me to the kitchen sink, because she knows that’s where I fill her water dish. I just wasn’t getting it.