You have to visualize this, a little orange kitten with its cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk with a winters worth of acorns, standing on the sink, leaning off to deposit a single morsel off kibble in the toilet. Mind you it's 3:00AM and relatively dark and I am in dreamland.

So first thing I hear is a plop.... followed by another plop...

Well I am thinking cool the little guy figured out how to do his business in the toilet rather than the litterbox.

Well after the 10th Plop, as you might imagine, I was more than a bit concerned, remember this is a little guy (6 weeks) and that's a lot of business for a six-week-old kitten.

Anyhow this goes on for several more minutes and I am now out of bed when I hear FLUSH!!!!

I am thinking there is someone in the bathroom rather than the kitten. I am more than a little perturbed at this point. I am in the Master Bedroom and the only one in my home, besides the little guy.

Anyway I relax and go back to sleep a few minutes later and in a few minutes there is another plop. At this point I JUMP out of bed and go to the bathroom to investigate.

The kitten is leaning off the sink dropping individual morsels of kibble into the toilet... Plop... Plop... Plop... and after he runs out he steps to the toilet and stands on the handle to flush.

After an hour of rolling on the floor laughing so hard that I couldn't get up. I made sure that I close the lid to the toilet from now on.

And I was wondering about the water bill recently...

Copyright © John Gory
July 19, 2003