Rhmph.
I have to tell someone, don't I? Need to get it off my chest.
The other day I had slipped into the closet for a nap. As it turns out I fell asleep there and stayed in there overnight. Not of too much concern, right?
The next morning nobody was upstairs so I thought I would take the oppurtunity to indulge myself. I slipped out of the linens closet and tiptoed to the bathroom. Oh thank god, the toilet seat was up.
I quickly hopped up onto the seat and began drinking the delicious water.
Then I heard them calling. "Wapka, Wapka, where are you?"
Grmph.
I seemed to have forgotten that they like to check up on me. They must have thought I was missing.
I was about to continue on enjoying my exquisite water when I heard Julia coming upstairs. Quickly I sprinted to Matt's bedroom and sat with my back to her. I made sure it appeared that I was cleaning my butt.
That was when Julia barged in. Luckily she could not tell that I was in fact not cleaning my bum but rather wiping away any traces of toilet water off of my whispers.
"There you are Wapka boy!" Julia cooed before giving me a kiss on the nose before walking out.
I snickered. Stupid humans. She just kissed her own toilet water..
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The Cat Journal
Non-FictionFollow the adventures of a herd of 4 cats as they try and tame their human pets.