Early evening, we are walking around this house, listening to the girl talk about what work she wants doing. We wander into the bathroom and are met with a sight very similar to this:

Her cat is perched on the edge of the toilet seat, taking a dump!
She gave the cat lots of fuss when she'd finished. "Good girl....who's a good girl", she said.
Brain to mouth, brain to mouth....communication is down, repeat, communication is down.
I don't think my comment of "Can you teach her to spray the air freshener when she does a real stinker?" will help us win that job.
At least she can't blame her fella for leaving the toilet seat up all the time now.
4 parlez:
Freaks, the lot of 'em!
I wish my cat would! Then my garden might smell less.
Sigh.
I think that's quite sensible...
jen,
I think it might just be me and you then.
I'm just sighing at the rest of the comments.
And rolling my eyes.
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