Yesterday, Roary wrote:
 
>OK, now you went and done it, Alexandra...
 
Oh, you got off light, buddy.  Wolfy sent me a PICTURE of her HUSBAND,
well... it was bad.  I had to up my meds for a while.
 
As long as we're talking about the throne, my husband has made a
wonderful discovery.  We lost water for a full day because a local water
main blew.  We had to scoop water from my mother in law's hot tub to
flush our toilet.  As a result, we still have a gallon and a half upright
pitcher on our bathroom floor, filled with water.
 
Well, Ping is He really enjoys it when someone is trying to use the
facilities.  It just adds to the challenge level of *drinking* from the
throne, one of his favourite occupations.  We also don't much bother
with the door, because if we do a ferret lies on its side and
CHUNKA_CHUNKA_CHUNKA_CHUNKA rattles the whole door in its frame trying
to get in.
 
My husband discovered that the pitcher(no longer necessary, water has
been restored) is at the ideal height and distance from the throne to
pick up Ping and DUNK him in the water like a tea bag when he tries to
crawl *into* the toilet when a primate is already on top of it.  Ping
finds this quite distracting, and will try to dry himself by whatever
means necessary.  You really only need to dunk his back feet a little
bit, and he goes and rolls on the nearest bathmat.
 
I think my husband may make the pitcher a permanent part of our bathroom
ensemble.
 
As for being chased by rabid badgers, well....
http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/badgers.php
You might want to turn your sound down a wee bit.  Unless you are
like me.  My husband has forbidden me to do this song and dance in
his presence.  Don't see why.  The words are easy.
 
Alexandra
[Posted in FML issue 5018]