I was thinking over some of the things that at the time were not amusing at all but years later we can laugh at. When I posted the note on another thread about the electric blankets, I thought of something else that happened around the same time.
When I was pregnant with Steven I got up one night to use the potty and ended up so hysterical I hyperventilated and my ex-hubby had to call 911. He had a horrible habit of not putting the toilet seat down,, not just the lid but the bottom ring, you know the seat that keeps us women from falling through? I had a black cat named Pitcher who liked to drink out of the toilet, so I was very insistant that they be flushed right away so he wouldn't get a nasty surprise. Normally I insisted the lids be down but being pregnant and having back trouble I didn't like having to bend over to lift the lid, I know,, lazy me!
I got up, groped my way into the dark bathroom and felt my way towards the toilet. Of course by the time I got there I was ready with drawers around my knees and nighty hiked up,, As I sat down I immediately knew something was wrong because we didnt have a hairy seat cover on the toilet. Pitcher had been getting a drink, and he was now swimming under my behind. I couldn't catch myself in time to stop and I had also realized the seat was up too so it was a long way down. I started screaming my head off, the poor cat was too in between gargling and clawing my behind. I couldn't get up to get off him, I was afraid he was drowning, I knew I was bleeding, and his tail was stuck between me and the toilet rim.
The ex came running in, kicked the footboard on the way by and broke two toes. He leaned over and grabbed me under my arms to lift me up and twisted his back doing it but managed to get me out of the toilet and off the cat, who had a broken tail we found out later. I was hyperventilating and couldn't breath so he called 911 and they showed up, which was mortifying because I had been on the fire dept. with several of them. I got calmed down and was ok but had to explain what happened and why my fanny looked like I'd been dragged through a mesquite bush naked.
I also had to explain that to the Dr. at the military hospital because they were cat scratches, which came from a cat soaked in a toilet.
Now I can look back and laugh, I couldn't then though, but I can now! And my toilet seats are down, and the lids are closed. The cats use their water bowls or the sink!
When I was pregnant with Steven I got up one night to use the potty and ended up so hysterical I hyperventilated and my ex-hubby had to call 911. He had a horrible habit of not putting the toilet seat down,, not just the lid but the bottom ring, you know the seat that keeps us women from falling through? I had a black cat named Pitcher who liked to drink out of the toilet, so I was very insistant that they be flushed right away so he wouldn't get a nasty surprise. Normally I insisted the lids be down but being pregnant and having back trouble I didn't like having to bend over to lift the lid, I know,, lazy me!
I got up, groped my way into the dark bathroom and felt my way towards the toilet. Of course by the time I got there I was ready with drawers around my knees and nighty hiked up,, As I sat down I immediately knew something was wrong because we didnt have a hairy seat cover on the toilet. Pitcher had been getting a drink, and he was now swimming under my behind. I couldn't catch myself in time to stop and I had also realized the seat was up too so it was a long way down. I started screaming my head off, the poor cat was too in between gargling and clawing my behind. I couldn't get up to get off him, I was afraid he was drowning, I knew I was bleeding, and his tail was stuck between me and the toilet rim.
The ex came running in, kicked the footboard on the way by and broke two toes. He leaned over and grabbed me under my arms to lift me up and twisted his back doing it but managed to get me out of the toilet and off the cat, who had a broken tail we found out later. I was hyperventilating and couldn't breath so he called 911 and they showed up, which was mortifying because I had been on the fire dept. with several of them. I got calmed down and was ok but had to explain what happened and why my fanny looked like I'd been dragged through a mesquite bush naked.
I also had to explain that to the Dr. at the military hospital because they were cat scratches, which came from a cat soaked in a toilet.
Now I can look back and laugh, I couldn't then though, but I can now! And my toilet seats are down, and the lids are closed. The cats use their water bowls or the sink!
Last edited:
