bad kitty! bad!!!!......

my cat, like every other cat i have known, has his ways. suffice it to say, there is never a dull moment around here since he arrived a little over a year ago and, when i think about it, it's probably more accurately said that he has his way of wrapping me around his little paws.

his newest obsession, of late, is fresh running water. forget the cat water bowl ..... 5 minute old water is just no longer any good for him. of course, he has now familiarized himself with every faucet in the house and somehow knows EXACTLY when i am near one, leading him to come running full force, howling for water even if he doesn't want it. since burmese cats are clumsy by nature, he invariably smacks into a wall or doesn't make it over the bathtub in time. good thing he has a hard head. LOL.

in spite of howling, meowing & yowling and being told, "NO! enough already!!" he persists trying to wear me down. no doubt he knows a sucker when he sees one and continues on, acting as if it will be his last lick of water before collapsing and passing out. this, of course, does wear me down. in defeat, the tap turns on and peace is restored.

one tap, however, is strictly off limits (big surprise that that one is his favourite?). cats and kitchens i won't put up with. as a kitten, he decided "counter surfing" was a fun activity and sought out anything edible other than cat food. {hmmm, 2 loaves of freshly made & perfect looking challah bread devoured by sharp kitten teeth comes to memory; at least he left a pretty pattern}. since there is no door on the kitchen, keeping him out of there was next to impossible. after a lot of training, i thought i had him "broken", until this —

old habits die hard.