I woke up this morning, as I always do and I had to pee. So I got up, stumbled across the carpet, managing to only trip over one of our 5 cats and barely missing the fan that stands right in front of our bed. In the bathroom, fully unharmed, I followed normal procedure.
Suddenly, I heard something (someone?) slam into the door and a small "click". The door swayed open and in came, not one, not two, but three cats looking at me with hungry eyes and smacking lips. Tuna, Phoebe and Dip did not seem to care that i needed to take care of my bodily functions before partaking in feeding them this morning. It just was. not. acceptable.
But what could I do? I mean really. I had no way of shoving them out the door without peeing all over myself. And there the three of them sat.
Just staring.
And staring.
And staring....
OK. Creeped out by all of the staring and now wishing that I had just held it and fed them all first. But now I have a new deli-ma....I am pee shy. And all I could focus on was the 6 little beady eyes staring at me.
And that was when they decided to belt out a chorus of meows.
I love my pets but seriously? Give a girl some privacy.
I'll only say this once. You've won this battle little ones...but the war is not over.
Next time...
I'm locking the door.
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