At the Intersection of Fiction & Reality

When my beloved Seamus came to live with me there was a serious drip in the tub faucet. He (no more than 6 weeks at most) started to drink from it, and taught all my other cats, both those that were already there and the ones that came after. Today he and one of his cohorts refuse to drink anywhere but the bathtub in the master bath - I have to put a second water bowl there. He even sometimes drinks from the gerbil water bottle I put up there to see if he'd like that. He's an odd cat.