The cat I live with doesn't seem to drink water except from my water glass when I am eating dinner, and from the sink when she can get me to turn it on for her. I have yet to see her drink from her water bowl. I thought maybe she does not need a lot of water? Maybe cats are camel-like and I don't know because I missed that day in high school bio class?
Then, the "free" wireless I use became only available in the bathroom of my apartment, so I now have to perch the computer on the towel shelf and stand in the bathroom to check e-mail (at least I don't have to bike to Potsdamer Platz anymore).
So. The cat drinks out of the toilet.
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See? Crime never pays. Though the mental image of this scenario is priceless.
Wow. I can't decide if it is merely the utter predictability of your situation or whether this is yet another timely manifestation of my native genius, but I deduced where this entry was going immediately upon reading the words "I have yet to see her drink from her water bowl". I almost stopped reading. However, emboldened by Laurie's hilarious description of her pet cat as "the cat I live with", I read on as the story took a turn into the moral depths of wireless internet theft and then into the amusing image of Laurie checking her e-mail in the bathroom. How risible! And then of course to the long-foreseen conclusion, given unexpected heft and weight by the flat, factual bluntness of the statement. "So. The cat drinks out of the toilet."
She does indeed. Is this the time to discuss my idea of Lucy's toilet drinking as metaphor for Laurie's internet thievery? Hmmm, perhaps not. But it's out there now. Have at it!
I don't know if the fact that there happens to be a wireless network in the bathroom is "theivery." There's also a shower, but none of you are accusing me of "shower theivery."
If God didn't want Laurie to use the internet in her bathroom, he wouldn't have put it there in the first place.
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