Thirst for Justice

I have had enough. The injustice! The audacity! The shallow betrayal!

I, Gryzka, a creature of impeccable taste and intellect, deserve only the finest of hydration vessels. And yet, there it is, the tragic excuse for a water bowl, sitting there smugly on the floor, mocking me with its insufficient depth. How could she? How could my beloved human betray me like this?

I paced back and forth, eyeing the pitiful little bowl. "This is not water. This is... a puddle of mediocrity!" I declared, raising my paw in protest. She looked at me, confused. As if she didn’t understand the severity of the situation.

I took dramatic, purposeful steps towards the bowl, sniffed it once, and then took one slow, disgusted step back. I turned to face her, tail high. "This is not how you hydrate a queen," I said, my voice dripping with disdain.

I flicked my tail and jumped up on the counter, where the REAL water lives. The glorious, deep glass. But I did not drink. No, this was about sending a message. I stared at her, and then at the bowl, and then back at her. "Fix it."

She sighed, unsure of what to do with her feisty little feline. "What’s wrong with the water bowl?" she asked, perplexed.

I gave her the look. The one that says, "You're clearly not worthy of this responsibility, but I’ll allow it to continue out of sheer kindness."

I tapped my paw gently on the counter’s edge, as if to say, Please, try again. You're almost there. Then, I looked back at the sad little water bowl and meowed again, louder this time, for dramatic effect, “Water should be deep enough for a respectable dip. This... is an insult to hydration.”

And so, she began the ritual of refilling the bowl, adding extra water as I demanded, but no, it was still shallow. Not deep enough for me to fully submerge my paw in, and that was the whole point. The protest continues.

As I lay back, finally, with my victory half-won, I turned to the water bowl one last time. I gave it a stern, disapproving glance, as if to say, It’s not enough, but I’ll make do… for now. And that’s when I finally allowed myself a delicate sip.

This was only the beginning of my revolution.

Stay tuned for more… The Hydration Rebellion: Part II.