Just what I needed on a hot summer day: a glass of ice-cold water.  Only, I assumed it was for me.  Silly human…  Instead, I get a bunch of tongue action in my glass.

Earlier today, I gave The Kids a treat.  It was their favorite, and that worries me as it’s not exotic.  Take two cans of the “wet” version of their normal food, prescription c/d, the dry mutation of which is always available to them, and add a seductive sprinkling of Kitty Kaviar, “an all-natural fish treat for cats of all ages … made from dried Bonito filets, carved paper thin, [with] no additives, preservatives, or by-products.”  It’s that simple.  And they love it.  Odd little creatures…  (They’ll abuse me for that remark.)

Tangent aside, they had their treat.  Loki, his belly filled with scrumptious yumminess, sat on the desk beside me.  Before the expected after-meal bath, is not a drink in order?  Of course.  A glass of ice water would be quite welcome, thank you.  As luck would have it, Daddy just sat down with one.

And so he drinks from mine.  But no panic.  They all do the same thing.  All the time.  In fact, there’s somewhat of a competition about it when first I go to the refrigerator to fetch a fresh helping.  Funny kids…

[I still haven’t a clue which video format to use; I like MOV for the versatility, but it’s not kept up to date automatically by Windoze and, as xocobra pointed out in his comment on the last video post, I’m using the latest version of Quicktime that requires an up-to-date version of the Quicktime player; using Microsoft’s WMV format at least means I hit a large market that has an updated player/set of codecs (at least I assume so); anyway, I’m still trying to figure out the best option…]