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.
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.