One afternoon, several years ago my cat Captain Jack Sparrow was with me in my backyard. He strolled up to a glazed flower pot saucer filled with water and started drinking. The saucer was perched upon a concrete stepping stone at the corner of my patio.

Birds took baths in the water, squirrels drank the water and so did Jack.

I joked with him that the water must have tasted like birdie feet, thus his attraction to it. He would walk away proudly with drops of water…

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