The Joys of Living With

The Joys of Living With Cats
So here I am in my den (the room formerly known as “Guest Room”) and I hear some suspicious-sounding thunks from downstairs. Remembering that the cat is in, I jog down and find him standing innocently in the hallway. I bend over and pet him and start looking around for what he’s knocked over.
One of the books in the bathroom is standing perfectly straight up. In the toilet.
It doesn’t seem to have gotten too wet – just the top quarter inch or so.
It takes real talent to lodge a book in a toilet so it stands straight up.
Isn’t it great having a talented cat?