Eye for an eye

Ozzie was bad yesterday morning. Really bad. Really really really bad!

I was eating my lunch before going to ballet when he started to chase Mitzi around. They blazed around my room until Mitzi fled to the bathroom. Ok good, they're out of my way. I figured I would go rescue Mitzi and offer her safe passage back to my room when I finished eating. All of a sudden, I heard a very loud, very pissed off yowl from the bathroom. So I went to investigate. Mitzi was huddled on the counter glaring down at Ozzie who was on the floor. There was water everywhere, and the toilet was making angry toilet noises. He had pushed her into the toilet!!

Poor Mitzi! Fortunately only her back feet had actually gotten wet, but still! Mitzi's a cat; cats don't like water. And being pushed in the toilet especially is highly insulting to the dignity of one who considers herself queen of the house.

So Ozzie got banished into the rain while I was at ballet. It's a new clause of Hammurabi's Code: an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, a shower for a dunking.