My favorite bowl is one that my mom painted at a local ceramic shop. She thought it would be great to paint a bowl for Brach and a bowl for me. Despite the fact that her version of me doesn't feature my pristine white chest and face and she failed to paint me wearing my tiara, it was awesome!
Up until about a year ago, we used these bowls regularly for our kibble and water. Mom was diligent at giving each of us equal time. She had a theory that it wasn't fair to always put water in my bowl because that meant Brach's image would always be covered with non-transparent food. I never did buy into this philosophy. What could be more pleasant than seeing a magnified caricature of me staring back at me from beneath a shimmering pool of fresh water?
Anyway...last year, Brach climbed onto the kitchen counter after Mom had left the room. We heard a crash and saw Brach bolting from the kitchen.
We ran to the kitchen to find a broken coffee mug on top of a broken Brach Bowl, amid an avalanche of kibble.
I turned to Mom and said, "Well, at least if the boy is determined to be a hooligan, he has the courtesy to damage his bowl instead of mine!"
Of course, Mom only heard, "Meow...meow...meow!"
After shooing us into the other room to avoid any injury, Mom cleaned up the mess and replaced our customized bowls with a matching pair of the plain, navy-blue variety. She washed the Kukka Bowl and placed it in the cupboard.
Now, the Kukka Bowl is used for Mom's sole enjoyment. She says it's the perfect size for an enormous bowl of ice cream, a huge serving of cold cereal, and a movie's-worth of popcorn. I don't see why it can't be used for cat water!
If she wants a bowl for her purpose, she should paint one with her likeness on it!