As anyone who has ever owned (lived with?) a cat can tell you, they are difficult to train. Not in the sense that they can’t learn what the rules are, but rather in the sense that they know the rules but don’t care to follow them, thank you very much. So, you get kind of used to this and don’t necessarily see when they are doing things they shouldn’t.

People who don’t have cats don’t understand this. Once, I was at a party at a friend’s place. Her cat jumped up on the counter. Another guest said, “The cat’s on the counter!” at which point she was shooed off. Only to jump up again a few minutes later. The person who had noticed the cat the first time said to me, “Why can’t she keep the cat off of the counter?” I explained that she clearly was confusing “cat” with “dog”.

All of this to lead into this story. Sunday morning PB came downstairs with a water glass that he was going to empty and then put in the dishwasher. I was making breakfast and kind of had my back turned. When I heard, “There’s a cat in the sink!” I turned around to see a shocked look on his face. PB’s, not the cat’s. The cat was all, “And what?”

And then I shooed the cat out of the sink. Really, easier than trying to keep him out of it.