This morning was... embarrassing. I got up around 2 a.m. to do my usual pee and was followed into the bathroom by Phoebe. During the day all three cats HAVE to be in there so I'm relieved to just have the one. There's nothing worse than having an audience while you do your business. Anyway, I was doing mine and leaned over to pick up a string on the floor when Phoebe decided it was lap time. For some reason she only jumps on my lap there. Mid jump I bend over and she has to scramble. My leg gets a nasty scratch and she ends up on my back. So here I am trying to reach around and gently pull her ass down so she doesn't scratch and she decides to play. She lays down, half rolls and I panick. That's all I need is for her to slip and scratch my back. I have both hands behind my back trying to steady her while quietly asking her to get the fuck down. I thought of calling Jake, but didn't want to deal with that scar either. I'm not a prude person by any means, but I can't deal with two people in a bathroom while one is on the toilet. It's just... weird. After a few minutes of Phoebe purring while chewing on my fingers I tried a hail Mary approach. I grabbed the string and wiggled it in from of her then tossed it across the room. Phoebe happily jumped down to get it and I sat up to view the damages. A bloodied leg and funny story I wasn't going to be able to tell to many people. Not bad for having to pee.

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