When You Gotta Go

Now in this household there is a constant battle between the male and female two legs. You hear it all day.

"Have you been to the loo?"

"Yes. Why?"

"Can't you put the loo seat down after you've finished?"

"Never think of it. I'll do it from now on!"

Every time the same ritual.

Well it got me thinking. Why is it that two legs can go into a nice quiet room and do their business uninterrupted in that big basin thing and then flush it all away with water. What about us felines. We have to go in a box of gravel that sticks between your toes or worse! Then it lays and festers until a two legs comes along and wraps it up and takes it off to a bin in the street. With 3 of us cats in the house there is never any privacy and I will often be in mid flow (so to speak) when Max or Sebastian comes through and says they need the box.

Or worse the two legs come by and start coaxing me about being a good boy and don't worry they will get rid of it. I mean if I could use their basin there wouldn't be anything to get rid of.

Well the other morning he had just been to the loo and left the door open. Now that gets her just as mad as the seat being up. But it was all to my favour. I darted inside before I could be seen and jumped onto the basin. It's all kind of slippery and not very wide but I have an outstanding sense of balance so I perched there and did my business. It was very nice to hear the noise as it hit the water at the bottom of the basin and I was looking for the handle to flush it when I lost my balance and fell in.

Right now I know why two legs give us felines a box. We can't fall off that. I have greater respect now for the two legs knowing they can hold their balance better than me.