The Toilet

After a yummy dinner off the grill last night, the boyfriend went home and I wound down for the evening. I put a few dishes away, got my bags ready for work the next day, made the bed and took my contacts out. I stretched out in my new queen-size pillow top bed, for the first time by myself since getting it last Thursday. Kira was putzing around somewhere; she had her nap at 7pm, so now that it was 10pm, she was roaming the apartment.

I passed out with mild success, tossing and turning due to being sore from playing Punch Out! for Wii all weekend. Great game, by the way. Awesome way to get a work out in without feeling like it. Anyway. I think I was entering my first few minutes of deep sleep around 11:45pm when I heard a flush! crash! bam! boom! scatter! I sat up, wondering what the cat had gotten into. Thinking she had just climbed onto the edge of the shower, fallen in and was having trouble getting out, I didn’t think much of it.

Until it continued. And it got more frenzied. I grabbed my glasses, turn on the light and noticed the bathroom door was shut. Shit, she was trapped in the bathroom. This wasn’t going to be good. I opened the bathroom door and she bolted out.

Hesitantly, I opened the door the rest of the way and turned on the light. Half of the stuff on the counter had been knocked off when she entangled herself in the cord of the iron I always leave out. Awesome. Wait, what is that brown stuff–oh no! There is poop all over the bathroom floor–great. I stepped in and felt the gritty texture of A LOT of litter all over my feet. Looking down, I saw the floor — along with the sink and the shower — was covered in cat litter.

Turns out the toilet had been refilling itself a lot the past week. So when it refilled, she was mid-poop and freaked out, causing the lovely wake-up call. After some tank investigation, I noticed the water level had dropped about 1/2″, so I refilled it and fixed the bobber. Why I didn’t do that until I had a litter and poop covered 5′ x 5′ bathroom, I couldn’t tell you. I suppose I just needed the real motivation to actually care enough to investigate. So at midnight last night, I not only cleaned up a ton of litter and poop, I also had to console a cat who now hates the toilet. Sucks for her, because in my 620 square foot apartment, she’s not getting her box moved anywhere else.