Every now and then I will share a little tidbit that shows just how weird my life can be. To set the scene, I have been in the habit of putting the toilet seat and lid down for the past eight years. This is because when Silk was a kitten, he liked to run full tilt into the bathroom, jump onto the toilet and then into the bathtub where he would run, flip, and roll around like a lunatic before leaping out of the tub and dashing to some other part of the apartment. The problem with this is that Silk is... fearless? ...impetuous? ...has no concept of the consequences of his actions? He would leap without looking, and there were a few times that I had a very soggy kitten running around the apartment.
Flash forward to today, where for some strange reason I didn't put the lid down. I'm guessing I was distracted by something the thugs were doing and forgot. Or I saw something shiny. Either way, the lid wasn't down.
No, Silk didn't have an impromptu bath.
I was taking a shower and dropped my bar of soap. It hit the side of the tub closest to the wall, shot across the bottom, under the shower curtain, and up the other side where it described a lovely little arc and landed square in the toilet.
*Bloop*
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