Wednesday, April 06, 2011

Can't Let Go

Vinny can't anyway.

Monday morning, 5 a.m, I stumbled into the bathroom, bleary-eyed and dancing the pee pee dance. As I approached the toilet and reached to put the seat down, I saw something floating in it...

Something unlike what you would expect to find in a flushed toilet.

Something lime/neon green and resembling a soggy, stuffed, frog penis.

Ugh. Vinny?!

So I did what any self-respecting Mama would do...

I fished it out and washed it. It is, after all, his favorite thing on the planet with no exception - including me. Please. The cat drinks out of the toilet even though we've tried to break him of the habit so it's not like he's not used to the taste.

Anyway. Yeah. So I chocked it up to some random fluke. How it got there, I had no idea.

Today, Lex went into the bathroom and, without even looking into the bowl (I don't understand this as I'm fairly certain if I were a boy, no matter how much experience I had under my belt, I'd still have to look...and miss anyway), began to pee.

And was just about to flush when he looked and saw an unnaturally green, soggy, pee-soaked, stuffed, frog penis floating around in the bowl *sigh*.

Double ugh. VINNY?!

So he did what any self-respecting Pop would do...

He fished it out and soaked it in boiling water and then hung it up to dry.

We think - think mind you - that the cat carries the penis around in his mouth when we're not here/looking and doesn't want to let go of it even when he's thirsty. So that, when he hops up on the seat and goes in for a tasty, cool beverage, he loses the penis and then can't get it back out.

He'd better learn. Because 3rd time's a charm. I find it in there again and it'll be swimming with the fishes at the nearest waste treatment plant.

I don't think a small penis can stop up the plumbing.

1 comment:

Teresa said...

Priceless story!