You may recall, Gentle Reader, that my cat has the itchiest ass around. You may be pleased to know he has gone to the vet and dealt with a few of his issues.
They did not, however, deal with his mental illness, which is thriving.
Today he was in the bathroom sink, trying to get a drink of water from the faucet. He has learned that when he sits there and stares at the faucet very expectantly and with great focus, someone usually comes along and turns the faucet to a slow drizzle for his drinking and frolicking pleasure.
I came by and turned the water on for him... just like he likes it, and then went on my way. Shortly after this, I heard an odd splashing sound and went to see what was going on. Possum was curled up in the sink, watching the water splashing off his butt and pooling up on his tail.
Suddenly, this became unbearably disturbing to him, so he jetted off the counter top like a shot... and ran through the house, once again running from his own ass. Last time he was running from his itchy ass and this time he was running from the unpleasant sensation of a cold and wet ass. Poor Posh. He's a cat of many troubles.