... unless you, too, confounded your plumber by insisting on extra "waterworks" in the bathroom. When I say that I never get a moment alone, I truly mean it, and today decided to show you all what happens at Becher Haus the moment my bum touches the seat...A largish cat, of the Siamese persuasion, (obtained free at a local grocery store, no less) throws herself at the door hard enough to jump the latch free from it's moorings. Once inside the bathroom, she races and leaps (nearly toppling herself face-first into my lap) onto the bidet, then implores me, as loudly as ever a Siamese could, to puhleeese turn on the tap. That done, she will then continue to slurp out of the 'spigot' for as long as I will let the water run, and she pays no mind if I'm naughty to her and turn the water up to soak her.
Normally I would not bother to show you this, as knitting/crafty blogs are deadly dull when they become all about the pe(s)ts that run the show, but I'm putting these pics up for my mom and aunt today, as proof that the time-honored tradition of composing yourself, alone, in the bathroom does not apply in this household...
There you have it; one slightly fuzzy, wet-chinned, and out-of-focus tyrant. Isn't she fabulous?
