This is often the first thing either Mrs. JP or I see in the morning. It's not so much a "good morning" as it is a, "Good morning, where the fuck is my Friskies?"
And yet, despite giving him three, count 'em, three
sources of clean spring water throughout the house, our sophisticated feline will be caught doing this
if we leave the seat up.
Sophisticated and urbane animals, my ass.