So, I got up in the middle of the night and walked into the bathroom in the pitch black. Since I knew where everything was at, I didn’t want to turn on the light and blind myself. I started to sit down on the kamode and, before I ever made it to cold toilet seat, I felt [an abnormal amount of] fur on my buttocks region! What the hell? I flipped on the light switch – of course, blinding myself – and there sat a cat balanced on his haunches with his head still buried in the bowl lapping up toilet water.
He looked up at me as if to say, “*F* off! I’m getting a drink! Why are you walking around in the middle of the night blinding people?”
I’m thinking he’s lucky I didn’t stand up to do my business or that I didn’t sit down any quicker. Of course, I’m not sure what I what have done in a half awake state having sat down on the toilet and then being exposed – or is that exposing myself? – to a crazed wet shreiking beast bursting from the pipes below me!
As it was, he still got the toilet seat all wet.
Stupid cat.
In a battle between bladder and cat, I’d think that the bladder would win, but have claws and teeth … yourself exposed, probably not worth the cost. Thanks for making less mess in the litter, but more mess on the seat. Quick! Throw some catnip on the floor!
I had a friend whose cat would bat at streams of urine as men would pee in her toilet. NO JOKE! It would sit behind the toilet and just as a man stood in front of the toilet to go to pee it (the cat) would pop out and bat at the urine. Yummy, huh?