Drink and think

I don't like the water my human puts out for me. I never drink it. It's too clear, so I don't trust it.

I like to go outside and look for a suitable puddle, or an empty plant pot with water in, or one neighbour who has a little pond.

When I drink, I have lots of little catty thoughts. I think this is called 'being philosophilophical'.

I had a big thought today: bees are furry. If they had tails, and were a bit bigger, they'd be just like cats - cats that eat from flowers.

I like drinking and thinking.