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ok so, i didn't plan on letting him in. he knows how to open the bathroom door. not an uncommon thing for anyone in the house to have a furry companion while sitting upon the porcelain throne. pumpkin, the cat, is an overly affectionate male. fixed male. he was fixed late because he's longhair, which hides his testicles, and he had no problems, no marking, no howling, not aggressive at all, just aloof. very very aloof. i'd be lucky to touch him once a week. once he was fixed he craved attention. still does. this is where the problem lies. keep in mind it's 4:30am when this all started. it is now quarter past 5. 

so, la dee da, on the throne, here comes kitty. rubbing up on the legs, purring, standing up and pawing for your hand, headbutt, all very very common. then he jumps in my lap. now, he doesn't do this a lot, but often enough to not set off any alarm bells. he wraps his paws around my neck and starts rubbing all over my face. my glasses, ear, and nose all become points of particular interest. again, all fairly normal for him. well, i finish up and lean down to put him on the floor. oh no! that simply will not do! noooo, he just loves me and wants to spend more time with me! he climbs right up onto my shoulders and upper back. so, to reiterate, i am bent over, on the toilet, pants around my ankles, with a cat scarf. 

now, at first, he positioned himself with his head at my neck. he didn't stay there long. he just kind of walked across my shoulders and finally settled down with his tail dangling over my right ear. now at this point i'm wracking my brain for anyway to get him off without hurting myself. he has very very sharp claws. at first i tried to slooooowly sit upright hoping he'd just jump to the back of the toilet. no luck. ok, how about dropping a shoulder and have him jump off to the side? same result. claws. his tail is tickling my ear so i go to grab it, again, hoping to someone convince him my back is not a good sleeping place (when he's falling asleep he has a certain purr pattern, i know because he usually sleeps in my bed, and he was purring that pattern). i give his tail a teeny little tug, just enough to for him to feel the tug but not enough to hurt him. he just moved his tail to my other ear. this repeated itself over the course of around 20 minutes. as i'm doing this i noticed he's shifting his weight every time he moves his tail so i start gently rolling and rocking my shoulders as he's shifting his weight. finally, finally, he's in a position where i can stand up (kind of, i was still bent over but at least me head didn't end up upside down) i was able to get my pants up pretty easily since i was still bent over. so, pants up, standing, still wearing my cat scarf. i lift one foot to walk and out come the claws. so i had to shuffle. 


now, over the 20-30 minutes this was taking place, i was not quiet because i knew if my mom woke up (the only other person in the house) she could just get him off for me. all the noise i was making didn't wake her up until i tried to walk, claws came out and i squealed like a pig. i shuffle my way to the bathroom door (which, thanks to pumpkin, is wide open but the toilet is in a little recess so even with the door open you still get total privacy on the toilet (in the shower/tub not so much)) and she can see me from her door. she wears glasses which she did not have on and since i'm silhouetted against the bathroom light she tells me to stand up. well, i tried. i can't. i tell her so and shuffle closer and she sees the cat. she just kind of looked at us wondering if she was still dreaming or this was a prank or something else was at work here. nope. she comes over and just the act of petting his head brings his claws out. the cat is now attached to my skin. one paw, one claw, at a time mom gets me free. well pumpkin decides he doesn't want to be held by mom so he tries to get away and gives her a scratch on the arm so she lets go of him. onto my back. i'm still bent over since she had to lean over me to get his claws out. pumpkin hits my cat, writhing as only a cat can, gives me a few more marks and rolls off my back, hits the ground, walks a few steps and looks back as if to say "how rude!" (sorry been watching too many full house reruns lately). and now, typing this took almost half an hour, and my neck still hurts. as does my back. and my nightgown is now full of holes.

TIFU by going to the bathroom with a cat.