Kitten travails

Poor Sorin. This morning, he and Ajani were running pell-mell through the house, chasing each other, just when I decided to use D’s bathroom before leaving for work. I got in there, lifted the toilet seat lid, and then discovered that D. had no toilet paper in the room, anywhere. I went out into the hall to find some, kittens still dashing to and fro, and then abruptly, behind me, there came a crash and a bang.

Apparently Sorin had run into the bathroom, intending to use the toilet seat lid as a springboard to the bathroom counter. But instead, he’d fallen into the toilet and was now standing out in the livingroom, confused, wondering why his hind legs were strangely wet.