Ahh.. the life of a bachelor.. able to do what I want, where I want, when I want. I can walk around in my underwear, and eat peanut butter right out of the jar with a spoon and no one cares! I don’t have to share my food. I don’t have to share the bathroom. Life is good.
Or is it?
I was doing dishes on the weekend, and I heard what I assumed was running water coming from the tiny bathroom downstairs. I glanced over at the sink and noticed that the water was not turned on. Strange. It definitely sounded like water. Then I looked in further behind the door, toward the toilet.
I swear.. If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes… if someone had told me about it… I would never have believed it..
Standing on the toilet seat was Sheeba, the cat, with a long steady stream of pee going into the water. I was stunned! Sure, I’ve heard of people training their cats to do stuff like that. I never really believed it entirely. I figured that it was a trick of some sort. And here she was… looking like she’d been out drinking the night before.
I backed slowly out of the bathroom and just stood there in disbelief. Had she done this before? What if she fell in? What’s wrong with the kitty litter box? How can I make money from this? Well, maybe not that last one.
I just don’t know.
One thing’s for certain. If I wake up one morning and have to wait for the damn cat to finish before I can use the bathroom, there’s gonna be some changes around here!
Now, if I could only get her to flush.