Cat. Toilet. Bubble bath. Er...
My Bathos bar (violet-scented bubble bath) was sitting on the lowest of the three shelves I use for my bath stuff and toiletries. Leela (my fourteen year old Siamese cat) made a mighty leap for the sink...and missed, hauling a) herself and b) the Bathos bar into the waiting maw of the open toilet.
Upon hitting the water, Leela started to thrash. This caused the Bathos bar to start producing bubbly foam. Leela didn't like suddenly sharing the toilet with a lot of bubbly foam; she thrashed harder, which a) made more foam, and b) caused her to hit the back of the toilet seat. The toilet seat closed.
So now I have a closed toilet full of furiously screaming Siamese cat...and violet-scented bubble bath.
Yeah.
Getting Leela out of the toilet was easy: I opened the lid and she demonstrated her newly acquired ability to fly, although she scratched my leg pretty viciously on her way to freedom. Getting the bubble bath out of the toilet required the sacrifice of several towels, and a lot of flushing. Leela is soaking wet, and furious over the loss of dignity.
But at least she smells of violets.
Upon hitting the water, Leela started to thrash. This caused the Bathos bar to start producing bubbly foam. Leela didn't like suddenly sharing the toilet with a lot of bubbly foam; she thrashed harder, which a) made more foam, and b) caused her to hit the back of the toilet seat. The toilet seat closed.
So now I have a closed toilet full of furiously screaming Siamese cat...and violet-scented bubble bath.
Yeah.
Getting Leela out of the toilet was easy: I opened the lid and she demonstrated her newly acquired ability to fly, although she scratched my leg pretty viciously on her way to freedom. Getting the bubble bath out of the toilet required the sacrifice of several towels, and a lot of flushing. Leela is soaking wet, and furious over the loss of dignity.
But at least she smells of violets.