My afternoon...

Is it normal for cats to be absolutely obsessed with the toilet? Not necessary water but the flushing of the toilet. Ugh, because Oliver is. Every time someone flushes the toilet, he will run to the bathroom no matter what room he was in before.

At first, it was cute. He would stand there and watch the water spin around and around. But then, a few weeks ago, he decided he wanted to start touching the water...which is a problem. Number one, it's gross, let's be honest. Number two, we keep one of those little Clorox tabs in the tanks to help keep them clean, so it just isn't safe.

So, anyways, this afternoon...ugh, this afternoon was insane. I was in the bedroom doing laundry when all of a sudden I hear "PLOP." Oh, gosh. So, I run to the master bathroom to see little Oliver inside of the toilet desperately trying to get out. Apparently, I left the toilet seat open. I run over and grab him, and he starts trying to lick his Clorox and germ covered arms. So I run to the kitchen trying to hold his head away, set him in the sink, and turn on the water. Oliver hates water, ironically, so he starts freaking and trying to jump out of the sink. Eventually I just moved to the guest bathroom and put him in the tub so he couldn't jump out, but, of course, he still put up one hell of a fight--I have a gash on my arm and a ripped shirt to prove it!

As I am turning off the water, there is a knock on the door. I run into the hall to grab a towel, and they knock again. The dogs, who are both wearing anti-bark collars, start barking. I go outside in my soaking wet shirt with my soaking wet cat wrapped in the towel, crying. The mailman accidently gave us the mail for the people that live in our old apartment, so we took it over to there last night with a note for the new residents...who don't speak English and were confused as to why I had their mail. He was who was at the door, and I'm trying to explain to him in the little Spanish I remember why I have his mail when Nicky starts barking again, and gets shocked, which scares him so he starts screaming, which makes the collar shock him more and makes him scream louder. I told the man to hang on while I run inside to take the collar off him, he hasn't figured out yet that his barking is what causes the shocking so when he gets shocked he barks more. Ugh, it is a disaster. So, I take off the collar and go back outside to talk to the neighbor...Oliver still in my arms crying.

It was quite an eventful afternoon.