Our cats also adore the tap, so much that we got them an electric water dish with a fountain in it. That doesn't stop them hanging around on the kitchen counter meowing at the top of their lungs for the tap to be turned on, which Himself obligingly does every morning when he makes coffee. He is also the main perpetrator with respect to flinging bits of chicken, steak and sausage onto the kitchen floor, which is why Watson greets every supper with loud yowls and long reaches of his paddy paw. He hates it when we have omelette, or salad.

A most importunate beast, our Watson.