Back in college, I lived with a bunch of roommates. One girl was a Hooters (TM) waitress, the other was between jobs and the last guy was in a band.
I didn’t realize it at the time, but looking back now, I was definitely a slum lord.
More on this in a later post. Anyway, the aspiring rock-star roommate decided to get a cat. I guess he was nodding to history or something when named the cat Winston (yes, after the little fat man from England). Wife (then girlfriend) and I began taking care of the cat because aspiring rock-star roommate was about as nurturing as a desert.
We showered Winston with love and attention and it pretty soon decided that we were its new masters and the best thing since catnip.
One morning I got up and made my way to the bathroom to take care of business. I thought I had shut the door, but I had not. I look down and see this.
I revert to reflex and orient on the movement below me. It was Winston. He thought my golden stream was a string to play with and was trying to “get it”. I could only imagine what was going through his head.
This was all pieced together in my head in roughly two seconds, but I was still urinating while facing Winston…
I peed all over Winston’s face; right in his big, blue, trusting eyes. Winston ran terrified out of the bathroom and straight to the only person who could save him from such an atrocity. Girlfriend was sleeping peacefully when she was awoken by a soggy kitten. It went something like this.
ME: Oh God…
GIRLFRIEND: Mmmm… Hey Winston. What’s the matter?
ME: NOOOO!!!!
GIRLFRIEND: What is that smell? OH MY GOD!!! WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO THE CAT?!?!?!?
ME: I pissed on him, but I didn’t-
GIRLFRIEND: WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!?!?!? WHY ARE YOU SO GODDAMN SICK IN THE HEAD?!?!?
ME: I… I… I have no words…
It took several hours of reassuring to convince my girlfriend that I had not developed a very weird and specific form of sexual deviancy.
We scrubbed and washed Winston thoroughly, after we had burned the bed sheets.
That cat almost cost me my future wife.
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Dude, that exact thing happened to Sophie and I when she was a kitten in Enterprise! Glad to know I’m not the only one.
It makes you feel horrible, doesn’t it?
I was laughing so hard at this one. I have no idea why cats like to hang out in the bathroom, and your roommates sound like fodder for a lot of humor. How come I’ve never lived with a Hooters waitress?
Those roommates are a deep, deep well of humor. I didn’t think about them that way at the time though. They were… interesting, to say the least.
I’ve had quite a few “interesting” jobs, to include the one I have now. I can’t wait to change careers (next couple of months) so I can write about my shadowy puppet masters.
Hilarious! I had a cat named Winston, but he was far too snooty to be bothered with the antics of regular cats–instead he laid around like a pissed off decorative pillow. I guess I should thank god…
Yeah, at least he was less likely to be covered in urine than my overly inquisitive Winston, so… that’s a plus. 😛
Hahahahahahaahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhaaaaa!!!This was so funny, it made me laugh until tears came to my eyes. You have a great and wonderful talent for humor, keep it up. I just had to subscribe after reading this post. You deserve a much wider audience for what you do, have you considered self-publishing a book?
You’re too kind. 🙂 I have flirted with the idea, but I want to create more material before I really look seriously at the book idea. I’d hate to make a great book and then have nothing else to write about. Plus, I still have a day job and my shadowy puppet masters would certainly frown on one of their underlings publishing a book. Don’t worry, I won’t be working for them much longer. 😉
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Man I don’t know if your life is just that funny or you just have a really cool way of looking at things but your ace man
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