Where we live, the temperature can go up to over one hundred degrees during the summer, so I set out a bowl of water in the shade for any cats that might wander through our backyard. I let our cat, Captain Jack, out into the backyard, and watched him immediately go over to the bowl of water, where he just... sniffed it.
Me: What on earth are you doing?
Me, laughing: What, seriously? You’re not gonna drink it, you just want to sniff it?
He then turned up his nose.
Me: Wow. Traitor.
Then he walked away.
Me: Fine, whatever. The water was barely for you, anyways. It was really for any strays who might wander into our yard. Thank you for sparing more for them.
Me: He’s probably going off to drink out of a fountain somewhere. Traitor.
Then when mom and I left to leave for a movie, we saw Jack in the front yard getting dive-bombed by birds (again), and I felt kinda bad for calling him a traitor, even as a joke. Though not quite bad enough not to do it again.
I have no idea what I'm doing.