Prufrock drinks from a glass

When we moved to the east coast, Prufrock started having pee problems. She’d visit the litter box, eliminate a drop, then return minutes later to do the same. A diagnosis was made only after multiple visits to the vet (multiple vets) and finally a sonogram. She had a bladder stone. She underwent surgery and now must eat what we imagine to be the most boring food ever. One of the side effects of this food—or its main purpose—is thirst. Prufrock chugs water.

A couple of months ago, Prufrock started to drink the water out of the glass I kept on my nightstand. I began to leave a shorter glass with a wider mouth next to mine, hoping that Pru would use this glass instead. Now it is the only way she drinks. Even stranger, she really only drinks at night, when we are in bed.  Every once in a while she’ll drink in the early morning, but I’ve never seen her go into bedroom in the middle of the day to get a drink. She’s also pretty noisy about the whole thing, with three laps of water to every audible swallow.

Her drinking habits are not nearly annoying as the accent she has recently affected. We watched Werner Herzog’s Cave of Forgotten Dreams, so now she sounds like a raspy-voiced German amazed by the idea that a chicken is not self-aware.