In addition to nursing a cold and sore throat this weekend:
On Friday, I flushed the toilet, stood up, washed my hands, and Whiskey jumped right into the toilet bowl. He freaked out, I couldn’t catch him, and of course he and his toilet water paws ran all over the apartment before I could get hold of him. Out came the kitten shampoo!! The next morning, I found a hairball on the floor. Ugh.
Today, AGAIN!! As soon as I stood up from peeing, he jumped on the toilet and slipped in. This time, I was fast enough, and grabbed him immediately. Back into the shower.
And it wasn’t over… just a couple hours earlier, I guess he was sitting to pee, and it turned out that he also took a dump. Without changing his seating position. And OF COURSE with ultra soft poo. (SERIOUSLY what did I do? IS KARMA REAL!?) So his butt was fully smudged with poo. Back into the shower. And of course, I found traces of poo on a blanket … luckily, it was a shitty blanket that I use to keep dust off my suitcases. (Now literally shitty!)
Hopefully that’s the end of all the kitty trauma.