Yes, this cat amuses me so. He could fill a book of anecdotes!

You've heard of cats that wake and warn their hoomins about a fire
in the house, or some other bad thing happening? Well, I suspect
Rhett would be one of those cats.

I got rid of the old Drinkwell fountain because it was turning into
something that provided ambiance, rather than an actual watering
hole for some reason.  Plus, it's hard to clean. I replaced it with
something called "The Bubbler". Smoother design, no nooks and
crannies that are hard to keep clean, and no filters. It doesn't
circulate the water, but it has an air pump that blows bubbles into
it to keep it oxygenated. I'm not thrilled with this design
(external pump, rubber hose from pump to bowl - don't these people
know this is the kind of thing kitties like to chew on?), but it's
easier to clean, so we'll see how it goes. So, it bubbles. Did I
paint a picture for you what this looks like, and *sounds* like?  
;)  Last night was when I set it up.  It got lots of stares and
investigation (each kitty investigates things differently - some
will stare, move a little closer, dip in paws to try to catch the
bubbles, and some [Bonnie] will run past it several times from
different directions trying to get a good look on the way by).

Some time early in the morning (about 3am) Rhett must have decided
that it reminded him of the run-on toilet that drives him nuts
because he decided that I must also be warned that something is
wrong with it. He is a polite cat, and doesn't try to wake me up if
his food bowl is empty, so when I woke up to him doing hurdles over
me and talking up a storm, and most of the time coming up short of
jumping *over* me to jump *on* me, I took him seriously. As any
good slave should. "What's wrong boy?" says me.  "MROWWWWWOW" Mmm-
okayyyy, I *get* it.  Is your bowl empty, says me half asleep
forgetting for a minute that he doesn't wake me up for that.  
"MROOORRWWW".  Get up to follow him and he runs to the kitchen and
lays down on the floor in front of The Bubbler (his bowl isn't in
the kitchen). I chuckle a little, check to make sure it isn't
leaking, then tell him "Good Boy", pat on the head, and go back to
sleep. He followed me and rested, knowing he did his duty as the
superior being of telling dumb hoomin that Something Is Wrong.

Purrs to those that need them. Just reading about your cats and
your lives, and enjoying the fun stories, sending purrs and prayers
for the hardships and bumps in lifes journey some of you are
experiencing, and just trying to share a little something when I
feel like it might be something someone might like to read.