Trying to put a positive spin on things, the bartender says, "Well, maybe that's kind of a good thing. You know... a little peace and quiet?"
"Yeah. But today is the last day...”
I have two cats. One is the perfect little angel baby. The other is a fluffy, needy, abusive jerk-face who is the weirdest, quirkiest, most demanding cat I’ve ever owned. He has me well-trained to attend to his every need.
One of his quirks is that he basically won’t drink water from a bowl. He also won’t drink from any number of fancy cat fountains we have tried. He only likes the tiniest drips and trickles of water flowing freely from a tub faucet.
Now, I’ve had this cat for 10 years so I love him but this is a TIFU a decade in the making. He loves drinking water. He constantly will walk into the living room and sit down with his cute dumb little face covered in water after drinking from the thin trickle in the tub.
I’m living in Houston, a city I really love, but which is in the state of Texas where we can’t get our collective deregulated stuff together. We’ve had electric outages for days and now we are under a boil water notice.
My special little butthole kept going into the bathroom and knocking things down because he was trying to get me to go in there and turn the water on. He doesn’t understand that the water might kill him right now. He only knows that he’s thirsty.
And when this cat wants something, he gets it. There’s no point in deterring him. Any normal deterrents that work on other cats—covering surfaces in tinfoil, bitter sprays, spray bottle, tape—do not deter him. Ignoring him doesn’t work because he will escalate to knocking over bigger and bigger objects until you come see him, then he purrs and winds around your legs like the little spoiled prince that he is.
So, the Dark Lord was thirsty and I couldn’t put his water on, and he kept knocking down my lotion. I finally took a water bottle over the tub and poured a trickle out for him to drink. Then I moved one of the big spout spring water containers to the tub, opened the spout to a trickle, and then sat by my dumb fluffy asshole until he was done drinking because I have no idea when we will get water back.
TLDR; TIFU by having the pickiest fluffy spoiled cat prince who is adding to the stress of our broken utilities situation in Texas by making me figure out how to water him properly.
Edit: I really appreciate all the stories of equally picky cats, as well as the faucet-style fountains! They live such charmed lives. Mine has tried multiple cat fountains and rejected all of them, I think because he doesn’t like the noise, so I hope to find his holy grail fountain one day. He doe... keep reading on reddit ➡
The Englishman says to him in a cut-glass accent "I'm terribly sorry, my good fellow, would you very much mind repeating that in the Queen's English?" And the shepherd says "I'm terribly sorry sir, I was only asking if you would like to borrow this tin cup and get a proper drink?"
For example, if I have to go to a customers site for work I will go out to eat lunch and order a second dish and drink to be boxed to-go. Then I turn in the receipt and say I took the customer to lunch. The key is to make sure your company is big enough not to investigate and the person you claimed to take out just hardly qualifies to be bought lunch. No one from your work will reach out to an IT manager to make sure they enjoyed lunch, but they'll probably follow up with the CTO.
Prices for burgers getting too damn high!!
That is all. Thank you
I have been drinking tap water from my apartment for so long. It almost baffles me that people actually spend money on water bottles.
However, I know that not everyone does. So just looking to hear if this is a common theme from my fellow New Yorkers.
Does anyone relate to this? My days currently go like this. I binge drink to blackout. Then I feel depressed and shame for several days. I start to feel "better" and have a good day. As soon as I feel better I binge again. The cycle just repeats. It's like I'm stuck in limbo.
Edit: Thank you all so much for your messages. Your support has moved me beyond words. You have given a hopeless man the strength he needed to carry on fighting. I'm humbled and grateful.