I have a long-standing habit of putting a glass of water by myself at night. Recently, happiness fell in the form of two puffy mords. History, I think, is familiar to many - the mouths of their bowl do not drink, they drink exclusively from my bowl. Okay I think. I started to bring water with a spoon, I wake up at night-the basket is sitting and brewing the morse with all its strength!)) Okay well. She started putting two circles, one away from herself and one away from her. They drink from their own. But how did they have friction about the sequence, as a result of awakening from a cold soul! Okay well. I think they might like a cup of my pepper like - put them instead of a bowl of her. Everything went well. 
And the apogee of the story: my mother comes in for a visit that evening, not knowing this epic with circles, it must be said that she thinks that I am very bad about them - the house bought, toys. In general, he goes in - sees the dishes and a circle in their corner, and with an untransmitted intonation says: "I understand so, you will soon put them and a knife with a fork there?" I was broken, if honest)))))