A few months ago when I was offline, my friend Laura came round one evening for a few glasses of wine and a girly evening.
When she went to answer the call of nature (do we drink wine, or merely rent it?) I heard her calling me from the hallway.
"Sue!" she said, in a strange voice, "Floyd's in the loo."
"Oh," I replied: "He often gets in the bathroom and the door closes, so he can't get out. Has he shredded the loo roll again? Is it like a snowstorm in there?"
"Noooo..." and her voice sounded even weirder; "He's in the loo..."
And this is what I saw...
Sitting so serenely, quite calm... Unlike us, we were literally bent double laughing, aching sides, unable to move for at least 10 mins, and when I had wiped the tears from my eyes I got my digicam.
There were no splashes or signs of him trying to get out. I thought his legs might be trapped down the U-bend, but no... when I lifted him out, uncomplaining, he came out easily. Looking back at the loo, there was no water in it! He'd soaked up the lot like a sponge! So all I could think of to do was rinse him under the tap and towel him dry!!
Heaven knows why he ended up in there, but I suspect he had been in the habit of jumping onto the closed lid (I have a soft cover on it, my bathroom's so tiny I need somewhere to sit), and knowing his fancy for nibbling cotton fabrics - come to think of it, the loo seat cover is a bit like an artificial lawn! - perhaps he jumped up expecting the cover to be closed and ended up in a very strange, shiny white burrow....
So now he is known as Bogs Bunny! :lol:
When she went to answer the call of nature (do we drink wine, or merely rent it?) I heard her calling me from the hallway.
"Sue!" she said, in a strange voice, "Floyd's in the loo."
"Oh," I replied: "He often gets in the bathroom and the door closes, so he can't get out. Has he shredded the loo roll again? Is it like a snowstorm in there?"
"Noooo..." and her voice sounded even weirder; "He's in the loo..."
And this is what I saw...
Sitting so serenely, quite calm... Unlike us, we were literally bent double laughing, aching sides, unable to move for at least 10 mins, and when I had wiped the tears from my eyes I got my digicam.
There were no splashes or signs of him trying to get out. I thought his legs might be trapped down the U-bend, but no... when I lifted him out, uncomplaining, he came out easily. Looking back at the loo, there was no water in it! He'd soaked up the lot like a sponge! So all I could think of to do was rinse him under the tap and towel him dry!!
Heaven knows why he ended up in there, but I suspect he had been in the habit of jumping onto the closed lid (I have a soft cover on it, my bathroom's so tiny I need somewhere to sit), and knowing his fancy for nibbling cotton fabrics - come to think of it, the loo seat cover is a bit like an artificial lawn! - perhaps he jumped up expecting the cover to be closed and ended up in a very strange, shiny white burrow....
So now he is known as Bogs Bunny! :lol:
