I don't know why, but She Who Must Be Obeyed gets a wild hair during the winter. Water in a bowl on the floor becomes unacceptable. She demands a waterfall to slake her thirst...in the form of a tall plastic cup in the sink, balanced on the stopper to tilt the brim toward her.
CATerwalling from the bathroom counter commands me to "Come here!" But just turning the faucet on isn't good enough...
I'm supposed to stand there and maintain contact.
"Lap, lap, lap....ok, that's enough...why don't you go get comfortable at the computer? I'll call you again when I need you..."