Had to take poor Chuckweasel to the damn ER this weekend after Callie Jean tried to murder him. You know how he’s allergic to cats but keeps giving me cats? Well, my theory is, she sat her big white fluffy butt down on his head while he was sleeping… and so it goes.
He’s fine now, and in her defense, she was probably getting revenge for the fact that Chuckweasel peed on Ti-Jacques. Apparently my spinster-lady-lifestyle has led to the cats not getting to see people pee standing up very often, and Ti-Jacques is fascinated by the toilet ANYWAY (he always tries to get down in it for no apparent reason). So anyhoo, Ti-Jacques decided to try to “catch” the pee… and, well, the next thing I heard was Chuckweasel’s shocked scream “Ohmygawd! I just peed on the cat!”
I don’t think I was properly concerned… the unstoppable laughter probably gave that away. And Ti-Jacques was fine, just… wet. So every time he jumped onto Chuckweasel, Chuckweasel would freak out and put him in the floor, and I’m like, “Dude, it’s your own pee, I think it’s okay.”
Marceau and Ti-Jacques also like to run in and out of the shower as I’m using it, so they may just have a thing for water. Callie Jean is NOT a fan, and Mina’s on the fence — she’s still emotionally scarred from the time she fell in the bathtub with me.