And then, I thought it might be fun to post the before and after shots, so you can see how much he's grown.
(Totally giving Jon Farleigh the "I'll slap you" eye in this shot.)
|He couldn't fit in that basket if he was a contortionist in the circus.|
Not-so-babyish Bertie is 2.5 years old now (and so handsome)!
This is what Jon Farleigh looked like 2.5 years ago, as he watched me pee.
Note: In case you already forgot, I don't use cameras over an open bowl; therefore, that photo was staged, after the fact. I was sitting there pretending to be peeing.
There is no "After" photo of Jon Farleigh, either. He looks exactly the same today, even down to the recently blown undercoat (which is why he looks so skinny).
I wonder why our pets like to attend to our toileting matters so much? Perhaps because they just like our company? Want our undivided attention? Need to make sure we don't get sucked in? Or maybe, they just think it's what they're supposed to do, since we're always watching them pee and all?
|Bertie on his throne. Clearly, he believes he's King of the World. ☺|
(Pardon the graininess; the photo was taken stealthily.)
Well, whatever it is, I guess it's OK. I think I'd become lonely if I had to start peeing by myself, after all this time.
There was that one time, even, when I was so touched by Jon Farleigh's lavatory devotion, that I wrote him a poem about it. I'll be happy to reshare it here, since you've probably forgotten the words by now.
Stick around after you get to the end, too, and I'll retell the story about how I heard purring from the commode, but I was the only living thing visible in the room. (Totally true.)
OK, enjoy! And happy toileting!
Originally published on March 21, 2012...
My Dearest Jon Farleigh,
It is you
Who dutifully accompanies me to the loo
Like a sentry stationed there,
Just beyond my underwear.
But for your quiet presence,
I'd surely not escape the dark menace
Who stalks me from the floor,
Staring through the bathroom door.
My trusted canine friend
Through thick and thin.
"Then you better hurry up and CYA (cover your @ss)!"
(Note: The Chronicles of Cardigan does not endorse making prank calls. It's just wrong. ;)
While an unsuspecting human was "resting" on the toilet, thinking deep thoughts (like about all the Reese's cups she/he couldn't wait to lift from her/his kids' Halloween candy, for example), she/he suddenly became aware of a loud purring in the seemingly barren bathroom.
|Barren Bathroom (human on toilet removed)|
"WHAT THE FUDGE?!" wondered the human.
Then, after straining to bend over far enough (without becoming dethroned) to check the crack under the door (and briefly pondering lifting one butt cheek for a quick backward glance), she determined that the purring was coming from the toilet paper storage receptacle on the floor.
And thus, Bertie's secret zen place was no longer a secret.
~ The End ~