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Tuesday, September 27, 2005
No Politics this time.
We have had Fuzzy Face for almost a year. He has been a very warm and loving pet, but we messed up. The rest of the post might not be a topic of polite conversation but just wanted to let other people know of our mistake and hopefully they will not repeat it. Our cat is addicted to the flushing toilet. If he spies you going to the bathroom he will accompany you to the porcelain throne and rub in figure 8s thru your legs until you rub him to the satisfaction of His Fuzziness. He used to jump in my lap until a leg slipped through and scared him that he might fall in. If the sufficient amount of rubbins have been achieved he will lay in wait for you to finish. After "the job" as you stand he runs away to give you room to maneuver and to give himself some room to get up some speed. Then when you flush its like swinging away the gates at the Kentucky Derby. He runs into the room and puts both feet on the edge with head stretched into the bowl for viewing pleasure. As the water swirls around the bowl his head moves in a slight clockwise motion until it empties. Then starring into bowl like a gypsy trying to decipher the future from a rippling and swirling crystal ball as the water fills. If you close the lid before he gets there he seems unconcerned, but this is a ploy tactic that now you have given him a reason to pounce you. Did I mention he is not declawed. I guess I am just glad he hasn't figured out how to flush the toilet himself or our water bill would be outrages and we would never get him out of the bathroom.
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If only something so simple as flushing made us that happy!
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