A couple of summers ago, I bought a round plastic planter in hopes of growing some lettuce. It’s about 6 to 8 inches deep and maybe two feet across. Yet Pistachio, in his infinite wisdom, decided that this was his own private pool. (And yes, that’s my excuse for not growing my own lettuce — and I am sticking to it!)
So just now I went out to find him and bring him in for the night. Of course, before coming inside, he had to take a nice refreshing dip so he could cool off. After a few minutes, I called to him. He sat up in the pool (so the bottom half of him was still submerged) and looked at me.
I said, “Come on, out of the pool. Shake off and let’s go inside.”
He looked at me, shook his entire body without leaving the water, then raced inside.
I now have a creek running through my house. I think the cats expect me to stock it with fish.