MSI Press Blog

  Moo and Bear sharing the sink facuet water, every morning Some households have cats. We have hydration connoisseurs. Every morning, Bear (the elder statesman) hops onto the sink and demands the sacred ritual: The Drip. Not too fast. Not too slow. Just the right artisanal flow. Moo, who imprinted on Bear like a furry little shadow, watched this once and said: “Ah. So this is how we drink now.”  And that was that. Faucet culture became a lifestyle. 💦 Why do cats love drinking from the faucet? Turns out, it’s not just drama — there are real reasons: 1. Running water = safer water (in cat logic) In nature, moving water is fresher and less likely to be contaminated. A faucet drip feels like a tiny mountain spring. 2. It tastes better Stagnant bowl water collects dust, fur, and microscopic “no thank you.” A faucet drip is crisp, cold, and oxygenated. 3. It’s enrichment Water that moves is irresistible. Bear drinks it. Moo tries to catch it. Both are...

  Jack resting in a warm and comfy place Yesterday morning, one-eyed, super resilient Jack was sunning himself on the cat porch like a small, benevolent emperor. By evening, he had transformed into a tragic Victorian poet. His nose was damp, his energy low, and he retreated first into a comfy cat bed and then under the bed in the master bedroom to contemplate the fragility of life. Naturally, I assumed the worst. Naturally, he refused treats. Naturally, I began mentally drafting a eulogy. Cats have a gift for collapsing into existential despair at the first hint of a sniffle. Jack, usually a steady and unflappable soul, spent the entire day in one spot, staring into the middle distance like a cat who had seen too much. He purred when I checked on him, but only in the weary, world‑weary way of someone who wants gentle affection and absolutely no sudden movements. I considered steam therapy. I considered calling the vet. I considered whether eucalyptus tabs were safe (they are not). ...