Recently I've discovered that Franklin has a drinking station in almost every room of the house. If you are headed into a room with a drinking station, he runs to beat you there. Then he sits as pretty as he can and stares at you expectantly. If you don't notice him sitting there patiently, god forbid, he starts to meow.
His drinking stations are as follows:
The kitchen - He has a gerbil water bottle. He can get water from this but PREFERs that you squeeze it to make the water flow more easily. We do NOT do this but he still waits expectantly.
The bathroom - I have caught him drinking from the toilet before - a funny sight with his feet on the ground and his body extended to full length to reach inside the bowl. Someone has since taught him that we can turn on the faucet in the tub really slowly, he can drink from the slow drip. Now imagine you are innocently headed to do your business when you almost get run over by a 15 lb cat barged in front of you to jump into the tub and wait. He will stare at you as long as you are in the bathroom -very unnerving.
The bedroom - I, like most people, like to have a glass of water beside the bed at night. He knows this and expects you to tilt the glass for his convenience. I'm not kidding when I say I've been clobbered in the middle of the night trying to get a drink. He's in my face, pawing at the glass before I know what hit me.
The last and most recent drinking station is in the basement, in the nasty utility sink. This is the most awkward for him but he doesn't seem to mind getting wet. You'd think he was living in a desert.