Yesterday I came down stairs to find the cat had stolen a piece of fried fish off the table that had been covered in a red chilli paste before frying. I thought to myself “Ha serves you right cat”
About 5 hours later, while driving back to our other home, there was the overpowering smell of cat fart, which suddenly became realisation that the cat had crapped in her basket.
Windows down, onto the frontage road looking for a petrol station.
On arriving at said petrol station, Mrs. Q took the cat into the toilet to clean it. Door locked, walls, door to floor, no gaps for cat to escape under, thankfully.
I went to check on her, and was told by a lady that the men’s was around the corner. I tried explaining that my wife was washing the cat in the toilet, but I’m a bit slow at translating, and she looked baffled, at which point the cat started meowing really loudly.
A few moments later, my wife emerged with one very wet cat in her arms. The lady looked on bemused, staring as if someone had just walked out of the toilet with a wet cat.
So.
Have you ever ‘washed a cat in a petrol station toilet”?
Your turn