That's an odd definition of finicky, askye. But cat logic is not our logic, or we'd lick our asses more often.

But cat logic is not our logic, or we'd lick our asses more often.

I often tell my cats, "I am going out into the world of things and ideas, while you stay here and lick yourselves" when I'm leaving for work.

Sadly, I think they know they get the better deal.

If there is even a speck of something in it, she will start meowing like crazy and finally drink out the toilet.

My cat is totally like that. He just hates water that's been sitting, speck in it or not. Which I can understand, actually.

Holy crap.

Roll call on the cat thing.

I'm a dog dude. Had a cat. Got over it.

Devi drowns things in the waterdishes and drinks out of the toilet.

Gus, sounds like you had a defective evil cat. Don't take your bitterness due to bad cat choices out on the rest of us.

Roll call on the cat thing.

Dogs.

I'm also pro-melted cheese on bread with beer.

Lyra, your goodbye to your cats made me snort.

I had a cat. She died. I had another cat. He died. No more cats for me. They die. But I like the cat talk. I like cats. I'm just never going to love one, again. I already have people, who also die, but on average, have a longer shelf-life.

No. I'm not going to change my mind--at least I haven't for ~20 years.

My dog won't drink dirty water either. And she won't eat off plates. If we leave her food on a plate, she sneaks up to it from the side, gets close enough to tip it with her nose and then shoots off under the table, from where she can stare at the cunningly inanimate object for ten or fifteen minutes before repeating the process.

Totally a dog person, to the extent of them living outdoors and I live indoors, but I will think fondly of them often and play with them at least twice a week.