If the stuff they’re leaving in the bathroom is microsoft it could be what you’re feeding them or worms.
Your Morty looks just like Bigfoot, the WC wizard. He was a friend’s cat, but lived with us several years. My SO and I accused each other of using the toilet and not flushing afterwards. Then we realized that either of us would have used toilet paper…
I love cats who train themselves to use their human’s toilets. I wish Morty would do so, but he couldn’t stay in the bathroom long enough I’m sure.
None of our three will tolerate any closed door, save the exterior ones and selected closet doors. All must remain open.
Taking a bath or shower? The door must remain ajar so any of them can come and go as they please. Otherwise, standing in the shower and soaking up the wet warmth and solitude will be rudely interrupted by scratchings and howls. It’s so much easier to leave the door ajar.
Reading a book in the library while sitting on the throne? Reread the previous paragraph, specifically the last two sentences.
The oldest one long ago perfected the technique to open any floor level cupboard door and them immediately SLAM IT when he just wants to annoy, or attention. He will do this umpteen times until one of us has to go get him, and that includes at three in the morning. His favorite game is to slam the cupboard door several times and then silence. That means he’s climbed into the cupboard and waits for one of us to search him out, calling his name. If we play our part correctly by opening all the cupboard doors, except for the one he is hidden behind, and then move on, he will every so slowly and quietly push open the door for a peek. By the time we decide to check one last door, either of us talking loud enough so he knows where we are, opening the last door often means he with just sit there with that “Why did you take so long, stupid human?” looks, or, and this is is favorite part, attempt to scare us as we open the door.
When we are both out of the house every interior door must be propped wide open (we have some springy plastic door holders we got from Ikea just for that reason) so that no one can close the door behind them and find they are alone with no way out. Other doors that freely swing (the bathroom doors) have a pea gravel filled bag thrown against the jam. That way, if any of them accidentally get behind the door to play catch my footsies with the other cats, the door cannot close all the way.
I made the great mistake of showing Bear that the cabinet door under the bathroom sink could be opened. Wow, a tiny room he had never seen before! He had to explore it in detail, walking carefully around the rolls of toilet paper and the bottles of bowl cleaner and the extra toothpaste tubes and cans of shaving cream.
The highlight came when he realized he could pull the door open and go in, and better yet, if he let go of the door the spring would cause it to close with a very satisfying “Boomp”.
This was knowledge he should not have gotten, as he now enjoys pulling the cabinet door open just enough to get a good satisfying BOOMP or two out of it, followed by snarls and oaths from his biped, who is trying to sleep.
Or they try to ooze under the door. http://www.twolumps.net/d/20040326.html Make sure to read all five strips!
All I could think of in relation to bathroom that’s a two-letter abbreviation is BM, and was wondering what an MS was and why it had never come out of me in the bathroom.
Tangentally-related anecdote: one of my dorm faculty had a kid and was married to a doctor. The only 2 yr old I knew who’s kiddy word for “need to shit” was BM instead of potty or some such.
Lynn, if only Snootch were an octopus, he would have been fine.
From the second link:
Of all these traits, Snooch only has a lack of rigid structure.
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Am I the only one who looked at the thread title and thought that “MS” meant Microsoft?
Uh…I thought it stood for “massive shit” :smack:
I thought it was Masters of Science.
Good thing it wasn’t. The kittehs would take over the world.
I’d have to call mine Bruno the Brat and Lloyd the Lump. I love them, but yours sound much nicer!
She was probably working on “The toilet paper diaries” or somesuch 