Morgan Jane: The Coolest Cat on the Planet
So, I walk into the downstairs bathroom a little while ago and I see Morgan Jane, one of my two eldest cats (7 years old) perched on the edge of the toilet, cat butt aimed down into the bowl, and the sound of urine hitting water. Yep, it really happened.
My. Cat. Used. The. Toilet.
Morgan Jane is officially the coolest cat on the planet.
Let's see if I can pull up a picture...
Morgan Jane is all black, Harriet is the turkish van (white).
They are from the same litter. Katie picked them up shortly after we started dating. They were tiny little furballs, just a couple weeks old. Ironically, they came from a farm in Kentucky not far from where we live now. These pictures are from a few years ago, when we moved back up to Chicago (from Champaign) and stayed in the Jefferson Park neighborhood for about six months until Katie got her library gig down here and we moved.
By the way, that quilt, Katie made it. The best birthday gift I've ever received in my life. I had no idea I wanted one. She quilted it in secret for five months (this is many years ago when we were in Chicago and living in the Anderson Park neigborhood), only working on it when I'd go to my bar job Thursday, Friday, and Saturday nights. The material she used was from old clothes that I never threw out (just like a guy), but which I would never wear because it was torn and tattered and, most significantly, I associated with a very tough period in my life, so I'd never get caught dead in it. She turned that clothes from something unpleasant to a symbol of a new happy home. That was from like five years ago, and I still get all warm and soft inside when I look at it.
My wife rocks.
And so do my cats, all six of them.
My. Cat. Used. The. Toilet.
Morgan Jane is officially the coolest cat on the planet.
Let's see if I can pull up a picture...
Morgan Jane is all black, Harriet is the turkish van (white).
They are from the same litter. Katie picked them up shortly after we started dating. They were tiny little furballs, just a couple weeks old. Ironically, they came from a farm in Kentucky not far from where we live now. These pictures are from a few years ago, when we moved back up to Chicago (from Champaign) and stayed in the Jefferson Park neighborhood for about six months until Katie got her library gig down here and we moved.
By the way, that quilt, Katie made it. The best birthday gift I've ever received in my life. I had no idea I wanted one. She quilted it in secret for five months (this is many years ago when we were in Chicago and living in the Anderson Park neigborhood), only working on it when I'd go to my bar job Thursday, Friday, and Saturday nights. The material she used was from old clothes that I never threw out (just like a guy), but which I would never wear because it was torn and tattered and, most significantly, I associated with a very tough period in my life, so I'd never get caught dead in it. She turned that clothes from something unpleasant to a symbol of a new happy home. That was from like five years ago, and I still get all warm and soft inside when I look at it.
My wife rocks.
And so do my cats, all six of them.
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Any thoughts on how Morgan Jane came to do this?
Speaking of cat training videos, I volunteer at the local Humane Society, and one of the catfood companies, I think it's Iams, gives us all types of free stuff... one of those things is a dvd training video to give to new adopters. There's one for dogs and one for cats. I like to joke that the cat dvd is a blank disc.
I was brushing my teeth. She ran into the bathroom, hopped up onto the rim, took a leak into the toilet, then leaped up onto her perch about the shower and grabbed a seat.
She is the coolest cat ever. She's like a potty-trained batman.