Because this is Arizona and the climate is very dry, I try to drink a lot of water every day. I even take a glass of water to bed with me in case I get thirsty during the night. (The glass sits on the nightstand, of course; it doesn't actually join me under the covers.)
While Rusty and I were staying with my parents, she apparently noticed this phenomenon for the first time and decided to help herself to a drink. She hopped up on the bed, strolled over to the nightstand, and stuck her snout into my glass. At first I tried to shoo her away when she did this, but she doesn't really drink enough water, so I finally started putting two glasses on the nightstand every night - a plastic tumbler with a cover and a straw for me, and a short wide glass for Rusty.
So now we're in our new house and I've been using a styrofoam cup for Rusty's nightcap, but I leave the glass there all day for her, too, and it looked pretty scruffy. I scouted around the house for another short fat glass that I don't normally use, and there it was - an orphaned highball glass that had originally been Tom's. Its partner broke several years ago while being washed and I never replaced it.
Voila: I now have one of the few cats in the entire world - if not the only one - with a Waterford crystal highball glass for a water dish. (No spoiled cats in this house, oh, no...)
"I tell my wife that you can't spoil a cat. That's the way they are supposed to be treated and anything less is unacceptable." ~Robert Megee
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