Dehydration

Mommy and Aunt Tiff won't let me drink from the bathroom sink anymore. Bitches! Since Grandma gave me a water fountain for my 7th birthday last week, they are adamantly refusing to turn on the faucet for me, no matter how much I howl and bitch. And this morning, Mommy pulled me away from the sink three times in a row, each time depositing me at the foot of my lil fountain, next to my empty food dish. Three times! I kept getting away from her and running back to the bathroom, in hopes that she would get tired of chasing me. But she didn't -- she can move pretty quickly at 6 a.m.!

Anyway, I'm pissed. Mommy keeps holding my paws under the stream of my fountain, and she even went so far as to dunk my nose in the cool, bubbling water for a second. If I had claws, I'd'a killed her with them, I promise you! I am not acclimated to the fountain yet, and as it is still chilly here in Northern Virginia, I'm fine with room-temperature tap water for now. I promise, I'll grow to love the fountain, but god damn it, give me back my faucet!!!