Was it some sort of human/feline telepathy or a Vulcan mind meld that I witnessed at Terhune Orchards a few weeks ago between our Nature Guide Jon and a sweet kitty from the farm? Whatever it was, kitty somehow conveyed a serious thirst that needed quenching under the warm end-of-summer sun. She sent the signal and then jumped up on the outdoor sink. Jon obliged by turning on the tap . . .
and waiting . . .
and waiting . . .
and waiting . . . while kitty drank.
Afterwards kitty jumped down and settled in for a nap.
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