The Cat, Mandu — Part II

The Cat, Mandu, was home.  Gorby, Midas, and Mandu remembered each other.  Mandu was large and in charge.

After the first incident at the veterinarian with hissing, spitting and urinating on the staff, Mandu returned.  This time, they anesthetized him, cleaned his teeth, shaved him like a lion, and trimmed his nails.

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At night, he climbed onto the bed and sat on my chest.  He was heavy.

One evening, I woke to the sound of a steady stream pouring into the toilet.  (None of my pets have ever been toilet drinkers, so my seats were typically up.)

The fog of sleep was disorienting.  I heard the sound and thought, who is here?  Who is peeing in my toilet?

I got up to find Mandu.

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It was like Meet the Fockers.  Living with Dwight, Mandu learned to use the toilet.

Genius.

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About hookershorde

I am a school teacher, animal advocate and rescuer, yogi, and happy!
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