Sean and I got our youngest cat, Quinn, as a kitten 2 years ago. He’s all gray except for a small white patch on his chest – we call it his “cravat”. He’s mostly a very sweet and friendly cat (he’s even sitting on my lap as I type this), except for the occasional moments when he goes completely feral, of course.
A few months ago, as I was lying in bed reading, my husband went to use the adjoining bathroom. He didn’t shut the door completely and Quinn wandered in behind him.
All of a sudden I heard Sean yell “Quinn, NO!”. But then he lost all his language skills and next came:
“Aghhhhh!!! Pee! Pee on cat!! Help!”
Poor Sean – I was laughing too hard to do anything but curl in a ball and clutch my sides!
Apparently Quinn had to decided to see what Sean was doing and jumped onto the rim of the toilet bowl. Then he slipped and landed in the bowl, four feet spread apart so he didn’t touch the water. But Sean had already started to pee and couldn’t stop immediately (I’m told this is normal for boys?). Quinn managed to get out of the line of fire, and luckily it took a moment for him to regain his balance. I was still paralyzed with laughter, but Sean managed to grab him before he made it out of the bathroom. (I can just imagine damp cat heading for the clumping kitty litter…)
We cleaned him up and he didn’t seem to be any worse for wear. I think Sean ended up far more traumatized than Quinn was!
And you can bet he’s more careful about closing the door…
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