The Cat's Meow
The new house has been filled with all sorts of surprises. Some have been good, like discovering that the owners left us a tool box filled with excellent quality tools, or finding a nice cast iron frying pan in a (bathroom) cabinet. Some of the other surprises have been of the middle of the road "eh" variety, such as finding that some of the handles on cabinets were painted and not screwed in, or realizing that the spare bathroom toilet would stop spouting smelly gunk as soon as the wax ring was replaced. And still other surprises have been, well, not-so-good. Among these was a gas leak that took Husband and my father three days of trenching and pipe relaying to fix, a window screen that NO MATTER WHAT will never stay in because it has nothing to latch it on except balance, and a KitchenAid dishwasher that stank to high heavens for at least two weeks while we tried everything to stop it. It would not drain. It could not drain. It was a friggin' nightmare.
But the biggest surprise of all came just the other day. I couldn't find the kitten Anastacia and I decided that before I went looking all over the yard for her, I'd use the bathroom. So I walked into the bathroom, lifted the toilet seat and found...
AN UNHAPPY KITTEN IN MY TOILET.
Sitting there. Drenched. Sullenly saying "meow" and too traumatized to move. The picture will follow as soon as I figure out how to get my pictures off my camera and onto the computer with the new setup.
