I got such a kick out of my three cats. One night I walked into the master bathroom where we keep their water dish. One cat was drinking and the other two were sitting in a line behind. By the time I got the camera and snapped this picture, Frosty had already left (perhaps fed up at how long Oreo was taking to drink!) His Royal Highness, Wrong Way, stayed, his fur unruffled, in all his regalness...
