Heat Wave

Time for a poem.

Heat Wave .... By Keldan

The air is still - the air is hot.
I'm buring up - and do you know what?
Can't find water in where it should be.
'D' moved the bowl, oh whoa is me.

Up the stairs in search of a drink.
I spy the white, clean bathroom sink.
No water there, it does not drip.
I lost my balance, oh no I slip.

Into the toilet, the bowl I fall.
It's full of water - I'm having a ball.
Now I'm all wet - but now I'm cool.
Then I was nicknamed - the kitty bowl fool!

-the end.

The water bowl.

I love my water bowl. It isn't anything fancy, just a plain, plastic (actually cheap plastic), blue bowl. It holds enough water. I just love it. To be honest, I would love any water bowl. Not because it's a bowl, you understand. There is a much more important reason that I love my water bowl. You see, if I could drink out of a water glass like humans do, I think that I would be considered a marvel among cats. What cat can actually drink out of a water glass? The round top is much too small to get my face into, to lap at the water. So how would I drink out of a water glass. It's quite simple. I would have to learn how to hold the glass between my paws, tilt it to my mouth, and drink .... like humans do. I would NEVER EVER learn how to to that! The reason is quite simple. If I could pick up a drinking glass in that way, the humans would have be washing the dishes - and that just wouldn't do at all. So I love my water bowl. It's not that you cannot teach a cat a 'trick', it's just that we do not want to learn. It would cut into my time of leisure.