Golden shower

So I was quite happily performing my early morning drain-the-lizard when I espied  a fast-moving grey streak to starboard. Smokey right smartly discovered that there was no toilet lid and that it was raining on him.

He froze. He froze in the wrong place. My brain and reflexes don’t work very well in the morning before coffee so I just kept on doing what I was doing.

He eventually dried out. For some reason no one wants to pet him.

Comment is closed.