I’m a sucker for my cats. So I got them a water fountain because they really like to drink running water.
And I’m pretty sure they hate it.
Lulu kind of stared at it for a while. Then walked away. Finnegan stared at it. Then tried to attack it. That was my first clue that it might not have been my best idea.
The second clue came the other night when in the middle of the night a strange sound came from the kitchen. By middle of the night, I mean 3:30am. At first I thought it was the refrigerator again, but luckily it was just the fountain.
See, Finnegan had attacked the fountain again. This time he knocked the whole thing over. He managed to pry the lid off, which I can only get on when I’m trying really, really hard. How he got it off, I’ll never know. With no water, the fountain motor began running. And running. And making the horrible noise that awoke us.
As my friend said, shouldn’t a cat fountain be, you know, cat proof?
You would think. But you know how some animals just have their own way of doing things? Yep, that’s Finnegan. He wants his little blue water dish back and he’s going to keep attacking the fountain until he gets what he wants.
So fine. Lesson learned. Keep it simple. Got it.
