My cats don't drink out of their water dish - ever. I clean it. I change the water twice a day, but they still won't touch it. Instead they lurk about the sink waiting to catch a drip from the faucet. Any glass half full left about is theirs, even if it means carrying it on their head because they've got stuck inside. Or it seems that no matter where they might be hiding in my home, when the toilet flushes, they appear. People who have been long-time cat lovers may be already familiar with these bizarre idiosyncrasies, but for me, it is all new news.
I've found a happy solution. I recently purchased some cat grass. The bright, green blades looked so hopeful on a gray, winter day. I would water and trim it and fantasize about what life might be like in the suburbs. As soon as the water poured, the cats came running. They popped out from the hole they made from inside my couch, bounded over toys and table and onto the window sill. Crowding each other out they fought for the precious, grassy, dirt filtered water.
Ahhh - refreshing.