The Cat Peed in the House

This hilarious event actually happened weeks ago, but it's much more dramatic in the present tense. Allow me to take you back to the last Saturday in May... . Scott and Emma let me sleep in this morning. It was so nice. Then the dog started barking... and Scott started laughing. Of course I had to get up and see what was going on. Scatt was stalking the neighbor's pet baby rooster. I like our neighbors, and I know our neighbors like their pet baby rooster. It was obvious that Scott was going to let events unfold, so I got my shoes on and went out to retrieve the cat - the mighty hunter... As I started walking back to the gate I noticed the damn chicken was following us! Scott and Jazzy had given up on the whole scene. Apparently, this was nothing new. Scott informed me that Scatt (the cat) and the baby pet rooster had the same cat-and-chicken game yesterday and that if Scatt really wanted chicken, he would have gotten himself some chicken by now. Fine. Because I had just gotten up, as is my morning routine, I had to go potty. Lately, Scatt has been keeping me company in the bathroom so I thought nothing of him following me in there. I assumed that he was seeking asylum because our little wild child had been chasing him since I brought him back in from his early morning expedition. Did I mention that she was chasing him in hopes of capturing him in her net - and by net I mean her pretty pink fleece blanket? The cat is not her biggest fan. I was definitely not in a position to get up from the potty when I noticed Scatt pacing back and forth in front of the shower. This wasn't his normal searching for a place to stretch out pacing, but more urgent. I called for Scott to get him outside - but it was too late... In hind-site, the best thing to do would have been for Scott to put the cat in the shower. But that didn't happen. We could have even let the cat finish what he started. That would have at least been easier to clean up. But that didn't happen either. Instead, Scott grabbed Scatt by the scruff of his neck to get him outside, mid-stream, mind you. Meanwhile, I'm still planted securely on the toilet and hubby has the cat swinging like a pendulum, racing to get him outside. The cat was not thrilled to be going for a ride at that moment! It seemed like the events all unfolded in slow motion. I didn't think that Scott would ever get the cat outside! Just so you know, cleaning up a non-visible wiggly stream of cat pee is MUCH harder than concentrating on one big soaked area. There are so many ways that the morning could have gone differently. But, you live and you learn and you deal with the consequences and you move on. Dear Scatt, thank your providing me with a teachable moment. My lesson learned... if the cat is going to pee - let it be!