Of Cats and Catowners

This afternoon I went to a conservation area near here to take a look at the Tundra Swans on their migration route. The swans were great to watch, as always, but this particular incident was brought by a different species.

I walked around to the other side of the lake, and on my way back I passed an older couple with a cat on a leash. A little bit amusing, but I've seen that before. Apparently this cat was not very cooperative with the route her staff had chosen, because she was making every effort possible to reach that clear, cold, water in the ditch. Straining, leaping, then following a few feet with her tongue hanging out, then straining and leaping...

As I passed, I greeted them, which they did acknowledge, but they were busy trying to deal with their insubordinate pet. I commented that it appeared that the cat was thirsty and was probably trying to get a bit of that water.

"Yeah, we have some bottled water in the car."

Then she turns to her husband and worries: "We don't have a bowl or anything. I guess we'll have to give it some in the bottle cap."

*cough*