Angel Skoolz Stoopid Humanoidz
Yesterday morning I rose blearily at 6 a.m. as I always do, interrupted in the middle of some sort of dream. I wish I could sleep till 8. I know that all the human bio rhythm folks say that it's actually 10 p.m. to 2 a.m. that's the important 'be asleep' time but whatever. I long for the weekends when I can get my 6 a.m. to 8 a.m. sleep time in .
Anyway, so I turn on the weather channel on streaming internet and go to brush my teeth. I'm brushing away and Angelpie suddenly goes:
OPEN THE DOOR.
So I was like, Really? And I open the door and she came in. The bathtub is where The Bath happens to Angelpie, so she never wants to come in, usually.
She showed a vast and abiding interest in the toilet. She stood on hind legs and put her forepaws on the toilet seat and sort of did a doe-si-doe, stepping a bit to the left, then shifting back to the right.
I asked what she was doing.
The doe-si-doe got more vigorous.
Uh, do you want to get on the toilet?? You might fall in. I said. So I closed the lid and she took a step back. I patted the lid. "Get on here if you want."
She stuck her nose under the seat cover, and sniffed at the toilet. Or specifically, the water in the toilet bowl.
"Oh wait," I said, "do you not have water in your bowl??"
So I hustled out and gosh dang, her water bowl was bone dry! They've turned on the heating and it's just so dry that all water evaporates immediately. (This is great for drying laundry but not helpful for anything else).
As I approached Angelpie from the kitchen, she was sitting in front of the bathroom door (some ways away from the water-bowl area) with the full water bowl, and she barked at me to put it down RIGHT NOW.
She actually went: "MROWRKK!"
I didn't even bother taking the water to the designated area.
I just plopped it in front of her and she stuck her face to the water and drank and drank and drank and drank and took a breath and drank and drank and drank and ignored my attempt to interrupt her by saying that if she gobbled water like that she was gonna barf.
Then Angelpie sat up again and burped. From gorging on water.
I felt so guilty, and then I laughed. I just got schooled by my cat, who was doing a very effective demo: "If you do not refill my water bowl I am going to drink from the toilet! Watch me about to drink from the toilet! Do you see? Do you see???"
Yes, I did. Er, eventually.
Anyway, so I turn on the weather channel on streaming internet and go to brush my teeth. I'm brushing away and Angelpie suddenly goes:
OPEN THE DOOR.
So I was like, Really? And I open the door and she came in. The bathtub is where The Bath happens to Angelpie, so she never wants to come in, usually.
She showed a vast and abiding interest in the toilet. She stood on hind legs and put her forepaws on the toilet seat and sort of did a doe-si-doe, stepping a bit to the left, then shifting back to the right.
I asked what she was doing.
The doe-si-doe got more vigorous.
Uh, do you want to get on the toilet?? You might fall in. I said. So I closed the lid and she took a step back. I patted the lid. "Get on here if you want."
She stuck her nose under the seat cover, and sniffed at the toilet. Or specifically, the water in the toilet bowl.
"Oh wait," I said, "do you not have water in your bowl??"
So I hustled out and gosh dang, her water bowl was bone dry! They've turned on the heating and it's just so dry that all water evaporates immediately. (This is great for drying laundry but not helpful for anything else).
As I approached Angelpie from the kitchen, she was sitting in front of the bathroom door (some ways away from the water-bowl area) with the full water bowl, and she barked at me to put it down RIGHT NOW.
She actually went: "MROWRKK!"
I didn't even bother taking the water to the designated area.
I just plopped it in front of her and she stuck her face to the water and drank and drank and drank and drank and took a breath and drank and drank and drank and ignored my attempt to interrupt her by saying that if she gobbled water like that she was gonna barf.
Then Angelpie sat up again and burped. From gorging on water.
I felt so guilty, and then I laughed. I just got schooled by my cat, who was doing a very effective demo: "If you do not refill my water bowl I am going to drink from the toilet! Watch me about to drink from the toilet! Do you see? Do you see???"
Yes, I did. Er, eventually.