At 1:30 this morning, my fountain stopped fountaining. So I did what any self-respecting cat would do: I walked up and down the hallway, calling for someone with thumbs to get up and fix it.
Well, I know the Woman heard me because there were WORDS said, but she didn't get up. No, she rolled over as if going back to sleep were an option, so I sat by the door and told her I needed help.
She finally caved at 4:30 this morning, but instead of going to my fountain to make it fountain again, she went into the kitchen to open a can for me. Well, I'm intelligent enough to realize that one does not refuse 4:30 am offerings, though it meant that my fountain would sit there, woefully not fountaining.
She went back to bed and tried to sleep, but the guilt of not meeting all of my needs weighed on her, and all she could do was toss and turn. There was grumbling about that because she has a doctor's appointment this morning (no worries, she's not sick; this is just the annual presenting of herself to prove she's still alive) and apparently one must be awake for this. The Man will drive her, so I'm not really sure what the issue is.
Really, I think she just likes to complain.
After the Man got up, he fixed the fountain so it is now fountaining again, so all is well. And I bet the Woman sleeps really well tonight.