The cat bowl of water is in the sink. Skizi is having a whole swim! Everything is always in the water, and this is the only way not to flood the neighbors. We drink from bottles. But yesterday I did buy a wonderful jug. Of course, I looked at it for a long time, I doubted it. I liked him at first sight! But the cat…
Gorgeous pot-bellied glass jug with a wide neck and a glass lid. First I washed it, then poured water into it and thought for a long time where to put it. Actually, it’s not just a jug. This is a strategically correct pitcher. Not tall enough, and stable enough that the cat wouldn’t knock him over. The neck is wide enough to see through, but narrow enough to stick your nose in.
The jug perfectly stood on the silicone stand, and I was happy with it all evening.
“Well, I don’t know,” Sasha doubted.
-Okay. — I sighed. — It will break so it will break.
But Skisy didn’t pay much attention. He looked inside, licked the pot-bellied sides of the jug, and with dignity retired to the sink to rinse the tail in his bowl. I closed the jug with a pretty glass lid and went to bed.
At night, we woke up from the fact that something clanged in the kitchen. Such a rattling sound.
-Skiziee!!
The cat did not respond, but the sound intensified. I had to get up. There was a cat in the kitchen sink. With the most thoughtful look, he knocked on the lid of the jug, and she was indignant at all.
— Mason! — I hissed.
“Uur?” The cat replied thoughtfully and slammed its paw on the lid again.
-I’ll beat you! I had to remove the lid and put it in a box.
She’s almost gone, but she’s back. It is unlikely that he will be able to knock over the jug. But it’s Skisy! I threw the water in the sink and only then went to bed. But before she had time to leave the kitchen, a jug ran past. Do I need to say that this dunce still stuck his head in a narrow neck?
While I was neighing, Sasha thought quickly. He wrapped the cat in a blanket and pulled off his new hat. And he even left his head in place, despite my bloodthirsty advice.
And the jug, by the way, nothing. Not a single dent. A good pitcher, and the cat is afraid of it now. Of course, if without a cute little cap))