From across the pond comes the hydrophilic tabby Kira, entered by Dutch owner Fré Hoogendoorn.
Kira is a tabby I’ve had since she was a few weeks old. I first saw her when she was just two days old: my upstairs neighbour’s cat had escaped before she was sterilised, with a litter of which she was part as a result. Kira was the only tabby in a litter of otherwise black and white kittens, and she also sat apart from the others, all tucked in and comfortable. When my neighbour asked if I wanted a kitten, I chose her.
She is now eleven years old, and loves drinking water from the tap. It’s the first thing in the morning and the last thing at night that she does; she’ll wait patiently on the sink for me to come and open the tap. She has no difficulty in ordering me and my wife about when she wants a door opened or when she thinks it’s time for her treat, but she’s a complete coward when it comes to strange people and other animals.
Another photo, submitted later: