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I approached the toilet, full of....well, you know.
This is how I found it. Ventilation panel removed with some force.
The view from the hole. Note the pan visibility.
So, imagine my nerves... (see the knee?)
Yes, the cats using the toilet what a view that would be. Have they moved on from the litter tray, no one told me?
Posted by: Rebecca | October 31, 2005 at 07:47 AM
The fear of being seen on the toilet is perfectly healthy, and all part of being British.
Posted by: Jason | October 31, 2005 at 08:08 AM
I've grown used to you watching me, Jason. Thanks for the lesson.
Posted by: AndyC | October 31, 2005 at 01:03 PM
I had't imagined that the cats might have done it.
I find that less troubling.
Posted by: AndyC | October 31, 2005 at 01:04 PM
Ahhh, you haven't been standing in the loo, with a cat lurking in the background ready to run up the leg and have a good old swipe then. (By the way, just for the record I don't stand up)
Posted by: Rebecca | October 31, 2005 at 02:32 PM
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Yes, the cats using the toilet what a view that would be. Have they moved on from the litter tray, no one told me?
Posted by: Rebecca | October 31, 2005 at 07:47 AM
The fear of being seen on the toilet is perfectly healthy, and all part of being British.
Posted by: Jason | October 31, 2005 at 08:08 AM
I've grown used to you watching me, Jason. Thanks for the lesson.
Posted by: AndyC | October 31, 2005 at 01:03 PM
I had't imagined that the cats might have done it.
I find that less troubling.
Posted by: AndyC | October 31, 2005 at 01:04 PM
Ahhh, you haven't been standing in the loo, with a cat lurking in the background ready to run up the leg and have a good old swipe then. (By the way, just for the record I don't stand up)
Posted by: Rebecca | October 31, 2005 at 02:32 PM