I love cats that love faucets!

One day I turned on a faucet at my house, and water proceeded to pour out. Weird, right?

But my cat, Fred, who I hated at the time, was sleeping on a stack of clean towels that adorned the bathroom counter. Hearing the stream of water flowing from the faucet caught her attention, and you know what they say, “curiosity killed the cat.” In this case, the curiosity didn’t kill, but only slightly dampened her.

To my astonishment, she started playing with the water! Like I said earlier, and later than that but earlier than this, I love cats that love faucets, and I hated my cat. But all the resentment I felt towards her vanished the instant her little fury cat paws batted at the water, and I have loved her unconditionally ever since.

The End.

(Source: gofuckingnuts, via fuckyeah-cuteanimals)