In the toilet, Day 2. Well, day two hasn't been too bad all told. The time I am alone in here is dead dull, so I cry in the hopes someone is around, or I knock shit over. Other wise it's fairly uneventful.
The one nice thing about the room is my cosy nest here. Check me chillin' in this awesome bed.
Check out how I can completely stretch out and even knead the cold round box:
When the girl comes home, things get a bit better. She's got a comfy lap and she knows her way around a brush, so that helps. Of course, she keeps popping in and out of the bathroom to get crap--like her book, her phone, her other phone. As if I'm not entertaining enough? Look, all I got in here is a litter box, some food and my nest, deal.
After hanging out for a bit, with the girl, I decided it was time to use the box. She kept hanging around even though I kept emphatically telling her to leave. Then, when I'd done my business, she was so pleased she rushed to store the stuff in the box next to my bed. Humans are so weird. At least the room didn't stink too much once it was in the box. She even went so far as to pull a fat tick off me and put IT in the box TOO. Weirdo. But, like I said, good with the brush and the neck scratches.
Later the boy came home and together they put some crap on my neck that STANK. Phew, it was nasty. Then they tried to be all nicey and thought they were tricking me with pets as the kept grabbing at my paws. Finally, I decided to stop being coy and just let them trim my nails. After all that, they took off. I called to them and complained about being left along while they made all sorts of nasty noises outside the door, but to no avail. So, I just chilled.
After a while, they came back. The girl took a nasty rain in the big white box I don't even want to contemplate--the thing was making the most horrid noises, so I hid behind the boy for a bit. Then he took off, then she took off. And then everything got real quiet outside. I got a little freaked out and started calling to them. Finally the boy came, did some business at the sink, tossed some string in the box next to my food, and then took off again. I was cool for a bit, figuring he'd bed back. When he didn't come back, I started hollering and didn't stop all night long. This morning the girl came around again and I kept telling her how shitty it is when she's not here, but that didn't make her stay. Sigh.
I have to admit, I'm not that keen to leave the toilet, even though it's small and dead dull in here. They keep opening the door and all I can do is look out--I don't even want to try and get out in case it sucks worse out there. I think they should just sit on the floor here with me and be done with it. And none of this towering over me, moving around the room shit either.