It’s many years since I was privileged to care for cats, so I can’t remember who it was, but one of them , and I think it may have been Sam, loved to lick the kitchen tap.
Sam was the clumsiest cat I have ever known. The kitchen in that house had a window over the sink. In summer the window would be open, and the others would leap up onto the edge of the sink, then bounce onto the windowsill and down into the garden. Not Sam. Often as not he would misjudge it and either undershoot and end up hanging by his front paws from the edge of the sink, or overshoot and end up in the sink itself
Mike