When I adopted Euphie as a small kitten, he liked to jump onto the toilet seat to peer (pear? Idk the spelling) in. One day I could not find my Euphie, and got very very worried. Oh my, I thought, where could he have gone? I was running around the house, trying to figure out what to do, when suddenly, I heard a small, but distinct meow.
"Euphorious? Is that you?" Me owww. I was starting to come near his "hiding place", and apparently he could sense that because-- MEOWWW! the signals of "I'm here I'm here" were getting more insistent and impatient.
Finally I looked in the bathroom, and little white Euphorious was there, swimming in circles, in the toilet.
Later, Euphorious would become known as "toilet drinker" because of his fondness towards the water in the john, as opposed to his water bowl. And, because of this experience, he would forever like swimming, but hate baths.
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