Almost ten years ago my then-boyfriend bought a kitty water fountain bowl for the little bastards, aka Barbaro Garbey and Willie Horton. I thought it was a ridiculous purchase but went along with it because it was on sale and the idea is kind of cool. Little did I know that it was the best thing ever. That little submersible pump went on and on and on. Longer than my relationship with the then-boyfriend, as a matter of fact! For the past couple months, every time I would clean it, the pump would take a long time to come back on. The last time I cleaned it was before we went on vacation and it didn't want to come back on. By the time I returned from vacation it was working a little bit and this morning I noticed that it had stopped. Willie Horton is looking at the fresh bowl of water I put on the floor with confusion and what's that? She just stuck her nose in the air and walked away.
Perhaps I was wrong. The purchase wasn't ridiculous. My cat is ridiculous.
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