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]