Whenever I go into the kitchen to make coffee, Lisa hears me washing out the filter and pot and comes running in. She jumps up on the cat food table and checks the water bowl. If the quality or quantity are not to her liking, she assumes a sitting position (looking royal in her bearing) behind the bowl and looks at me patiently, waiting for me to start the coffee. Then I wash out the bowl and fill it with filtered water. The moment it’s on the table, Lisa starts slurping it down. It’s our morning and/or afternoon ritual.