Our cat lady friend gives her cats biblical names (obviously), which led to an interesting (to me) occurrence. Recently, she got two kittens, and named them Sarah and Gideon. Soon afterwards, she went out of town on business, and we went over to check on them. For some reason, though they have a larger water supply upstairs, we gave them each a bowl of water down in the kitchen. Or maybe it was food. In any case, Gideon drank warily, constantly looking around. If you recall your flannel-graph Bible stories, that's what Gideon wanted from his soldiers, when they drank from the stream. The ones that kept their eyes open were retained, and the others sent back home.