Yes, that is what you, astute reader, should be asking yourself right this minute. The answer is “in the other room, drying off.” Why? Because I peed on him. Yes, I urinated on my cat.
It was not my fault. He has developed some tear-around-the-house-at-high-speeds habits lately. So, when I lifted the seat and took a wizz - after closing the bathroom door incompletely, as it turned out - this little yellow fuzzball jumped up on the toilet (apparently believing it would have a lid on it, as it does when he practices athletic high-speed kittening all day when I’m at work). Somehow he avoided falling in, but he did not avoid getting his head entering the, um, stream.
So the next step was to catch him (tearing off at high speed) before he contaminated any more of my house, rinse off his head, and put him in the back bedroom. Stupid cat.
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