Someday, I may figure out why Sam drinks out of Daisy’s water bowl. But then again, maybe I’ll never know. He has his own personal water dish right next to his food bowl. It gets cleaned and filled with fresh water every morning. He never touches it.
It’s a mystery, in the category of why he sleeps all day and howls in the middle of the night. Of why he has never eaten anything but dry food. He won’t touch wet cat food. He’s not tempted by tuna or chicken or any soft foods that cat’s generally like. Good thing we don’t have to give him any meds that one would normally hide in food. Hard to hide a pill in Fancy Feast dry food. The only thing he’ll eat. Actually, that’s not quite true. He likes milk, but only if it’s warmed in the microwave.
And then there’s the mystery of the extra litter box that I leave in the basement. He goes for weeks at a time without using it, but on a day last week when I had decided to remove it and clean the area, he used it that morning. I’d say that he heard me tell Frank that I was going to eliminate it, but he’s deaf. Can he lip read?
Daisy is very patient with him. She’ll actually stand behind him and wait for a turn at her own water bowl. We try to be patient as well. He’s a crotchety old dude and entitled to a few idiosyncratic habits.