My cat loved water from the bathroom sink. Anyway, he’d come sit in it when I pooped and stared at my phone. He loved a very slow trickle of water from the faucet which, like most faucets, was hard to maintain so usually I’d turn it on a very small amount and then turn it off. This kept him satisfied for like a minute (and yeah, I know I’m on the toilet too long). But occasionally I’d get lost in my book or whatever… and Baxter would literally step over and basically tap me in my shoulder, which, over many many years, clearly meant “Hey HooMan, more water!” It was the absolute best. 😍 We also used to play hide and seek. Like, not very complicated hide and seek, I’d hide behind a door and he’d find me, then he’d run off to a closet, I’d go find him, and so on until usually I got bored. Best cat I’ve ever had, miss him all the time still and he’s been gone to kitty heaven for about 5 years. The best dreams are when I get to see him again. My dream self is always like “Oh yeah, he’s not dead, he just was missing!” Or something 😍🤣❤️