The Door Gets Closed

Tonight I entered the bathroom with the intent to pee. I had my pants down, the toilet seat up, and was all ready to go (as it were) when Norbert barreled through the bathroom door and jumped into the toilet. All the way in: 4 feet in the bowl.

Luckily I have a low flow toilet so she only got her toes damp, but from now on I'm closing the door. I don’t need any soggy pee-soaked cats pouncing on my face at 6 am. A clean, dry cat pouncing on my face is quite enough thank you.