LOL!!

I think Jimbob and LittleHawk had the best stories.

Me, I was a _good_ (translate, boring) girl - oh, sure, I learned never to heat wax in a pan on the stove, and _NEVER_ to put it out with water ( I had to repaint the kitchen ceiling), and all about garter snakes (mom hated them) and knives (they cut you) and climbing trees(you can come down _very fast_), but I also did the thing with the 20 stuffed animals, and hated to see animals hurt.

_BUT_, I have a rather gross-but-funny story a friend told me about this cat he had, or at least which chose to live in his home. Seems that this cat liked to drink from his toilet, would get right up on the thing and put his head down in there. He also, briefly, had no back door, so he and the cat would come and go without notice.

Well, one night this friend came home after eating mexican, and he had this powerful need to hit the john. Half an hour before he even got home, he _really_ had to go, so when he got home, he made a beeline for the bathroom, didn't even put on the lights, slammed into the little boys room, and set loose without even sitting down properly.
Next thing he knows there's this explosion of screaming, stinky cat streaking out of the bathroom and out the back door. Poor thing never did drink from the toilet again, once it eventually started turning up at his place again, and it never did trust him....

WinterC