Snicky was hopping mad about this. She likes to drink from the running faucet as often as she can. And she can't do it when there's 14 pounds of fur-covered windbag napping in the bowl. This is a family blog, so I can't quote her exact comments, made eloquently with her baleful orange eyes throughout the afternoon. But if cats could stomp their feet, kick things, and roll their eyes, she'd have been at it.
Possum was eventually inspired to climb out of the bowl and belt out a soulful interpretation of "Try a Little Tenderness." I gather that the cats watched The Commitments when we were on vacation; Possum's musical education is progressing nicely. I'm sorry I wasn't able record his song, but I was able to snap a photo of him coming down off a particularly expressive high note:
I can't wait to hear his rendition of "The Dark End of the Street."