#Cat Peeing Toilet
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this beautiful idiot went to live with someone else and honestly, both of our QOL are much better HAHA
#she just could not vibe with a house full of other animals#her anxiety manifested in insatiably eating everything#not just food#cardboard plastic you name it#i had to lock cupboards and put books on the bin so she couldnt open it and rummage through it#she screamed for food constantly#she innappropriately toileted constantly#to the point where i bought two automatic litter trays so they were always spotless in case that was the issue#she was medicated and given daily enrichment#but nope#anyway after over a year of kind of hating our life together#i bit the bullet and rehomed her#her food obsession has disappered and besides peeing on their bathmat once#she has used the litter tray without issue#we make a commitment to our pets yall#but do not force yourself to keep them if you are both miserable#i wish i was brave enough to have done this sooner#anyway#rehoming is not the devil#and you can do it responsibly#bye ferg i'm sorry to say i don't miss you#but i'm so glad you're finally happy#fergie#the cat edition
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oh ya I can rant on here and my bf won't see it. dude quit his job to focus on uni which is whatever but this means I will very very rarely get any time completely alone in our flat and that. may drive me insane.
#misc: personal#I've been very like irritable and tense lately and this might drive me over the edge#I got up earlier than him this morning and went for a bath and I was looking forward to it#bc the depression got my hygiene out of whack and I was like man I'm gonna do a hair mask I'm gonna use a sugar scrub I'm gonna wash my face#I'm gonna do the whole deal#and like normally I just chill for like 30 mins in the bath bc bathing is an ordeal I gotta hype myself up#and he knocks on the door like I gotta use the toilet.#sir. fuck you.#hold it.#it's such a miniscule thing ik#also before you say like#y'all are dating can he not pee while you're in the bath#no. he's weird. I wouldn't care but he doesn't like it. I have to drag myself out the bath and sit soaking wet for him to do whatever#then get back in#I just finished up and left#and then I'm listening to music drying my hair and I have the bedroom door closed bc our cat doesn't like the noise#and he comes in pokes me in the back and leaves THE DOOR OPEN#I'm like close the door! and he tells me to stop being grumpy with him#ahfhskshfjsls#I'm losing it
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once again wondering how cats have the exact perfect timing to only come and cuddle with me when im literally 10 seconds away from standing up
#i have to pee. I'm hungry.#but jj chose to come and also im my lap and i cannot move him#sir jj the cat#he couldn't have come to lay with me even i was napping noooo i only layups here unmoving for 3 hours#not cuddle material#but about to go use the toilet??? PERFECT CUDDLE TIME!!!!#shh ac
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Yeah okay so maybe being forced to go into the office two days of the week is actually healthy for me
#like it’s not so bad I GUESS but it is still annoying#like I don’t come in with boundless enthusiasm but I’m not miserable#also I guess I can pick up weed when I run out on my way home#instead of having people deliver it for me LMFAO#but I like getting weed delivered tbh#personal txt#I guess we’ll see how traffic is on the way home I might stop at the closest dispensary#the biggest downsides are not being comfy with my cat#and also for whatever reason I have to pee every two hours when I’m at work#yes I am downing like three different teas during the day#sometimes within hours of each other LMFAO#but I do the same thing at home and I don’t pee as nearly as often#also they have bulk 1 ply toilet paper and it’s … uncomfortable :(
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I don't want to be a kinky housewife anymore. I want to be a cat. No pain, no existential crisis, just meow meow.
#behind the muse┊✧*.:。#no u don't get context#ill be the best cat tho i wont scratch the furniture or steal ur food#ill poop and pee on the toilet and flush it#heck ill do those cute cat tiktok dances for u
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The cats are named Luna, Harry, and Roman. They are all special and stupid and I love them.
#their full names as given by my mother are Luna Lovegood. Harriet Pawter. and Roman Weasley.#Roman is 8 and very fat and Very dumb. I love him so much he smells like shit and steals food directly off peoples plates mid-meal.#No one in this damn house stops him and my mom encourages it so I gave up on trying to teach him otherwise lol#Luna is 4 she has all the brain cells and all the attitude. she hates everyone who doesn't live here and lets them know by glaring down#from her perch until they leave. When it's just us tho she Demands cuddles several times a day.#Harry is 1 and is small and fast and Loud and she doesn't like when doors are closed and cries and cries until I let her join me in the#bathroom. where she proceeds to try to eat toilet paper because I am not entertaining enough while peeing or whatever.#she is also Evil but we hope that is related to age and boredom and she will calm down soon#all three cats are snuggle buddies which is impressive and we are lucky to have such good tempered cats#Luna also knows how to open doors. Harry splashes the water out of their fountain. Roman kicks all the litter out of the boxes.#Menaces all of them#Beloved menaces#no one asked (me)#no one asked (cats)
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Living alone with my cats is my anti social younger selfs biggest dream. Sorry I can't sleep over... No my cats need to be fed sorry.... I need to be home before 8pm...
#miranda talking shit#I prefer having sleepover at my place and always have. I was terrified of everyones dads and siblings#Now its like... I actually can only visit people over the day bc my cats need to be looked after lol#Not that i have many people to visit as an adult... But one friend suggested an sleepover and im like yea sounds fun#Youre gonna have to come here tho 😂#I have my issues with living alone but wheb it comes to having people over its so good#I dont need to think about my parents being around or siblings... Its just us and my cats#Not to be autistic on main again but im unfortunately uncomfortable in any social situation but if it happens in my home#At least i know how my bathroom works and sink#My fear is coming to an house with an sensetive toilet and you use too much paper and it plugs like thats a fear#Even if i just pee i have bad anxiety about that lol. Or anytime i need water... Some people have weird taps#Some takes forever to get cold water... Some have their glas in different cabinets than me#Ill be weird trying to find then and failing. God so much can go wrong#Autism tag
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Considering I use my bed as my work desk and my cat is currently using my bed as his toilet, for the next few days until I get a desk put in, I will be unable to work on my art projects. Gonna take the time to show him that, even though I’m *very* frustrated (especially considering he peed right on my equipment while I was gone last night - it still works though), I still love him and I want to figure out what’s going on health wise that’s got his house-training all twisted up. Send me patience😓
#cat parent#silly kitty#art problems#day in the life#day in the life of an artist#my cat is not catting correctly#they’re supposed to like peeing in dirt#why is he using my mattress as his toilet???#cat problems#he peed directly on me the other night#while I was sleeping#he has anxiety#but whyyyyy
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i know you are full of curiosity and whimsy but c'mon, buddy
#this is at my cat for never leaving me alone when i wanna pee#her new favorite thing:#investigate toilet while i am actively using it
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Ummm
idk which blog I should post this on but like... do bidet makers think people pee out of their vaginal canals? or is this just my bidet? can someone tell Toto "that's not how the vagina works," please? thank you.
#tw crass#tw toilets#bidets are fucking weird#toto toilet#tw vagina#tw pee#this isn't very kawaii#i'm sorry#i only have a cat blog and a chronic illness blog so like not sure where to posts life's bigger questions
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As per @myrunawaysweets request and my own indulgence, here it is part 2 of Misunderstanding your werewolf boyfriend (can be found here). Enjoy!
“Why are you peeing on my petunias?”
Werewolf x gn!reader || sfw || tw: pee
“Doesn’t it smell like piss around the garden?” He looks at you with big eyes, surprised by your question. “I think we might have some wild cats living outside or something,” you tell him, munching on your snacks.
“Su- sure. That must be it,” he stutters out a response, but you don’t pay much attention, already forming a plan to look for the cats so you can at least bring them to the shelter.
That conversation registers in your brain lightly, not giving it much thought after that. You believe it’s the cats, but when you let some food outside and it’s left untouched overnight, you start suspecting it might be another kind of problem, maybe parasites. Maybe some kind of fungus is eating your plants… You don’t know what, but you start researching, and bring it up to your werewolf boyfriend a couple times. He acts nonchalantly every time, and you believe he doesn’t know anything about it, how could he?
But you are wrong. So, so wrong.
You come home early one day, your hands full of snacks and groceries, and you step onto the back porch to say hi to him. Your groceries hit the floor when you catch him peeing on your flowers at the edge of your garden.
“Dude! What the fuck?” You scream, mad as hell at him and at the fact that you just dropped your bags and your eggs probably broke. Fucking hell.
“I- I’m sorry,” he says, but continues peeing. His eyes never leaving you as he does so. You are so mad you can almost feel smoke coming out of your ears.
You look at him, stomping his way and stopping a couple meters away as he tucks himself back in his pants. “Why were you peeing in my petunias?” You ask, trying to sound rational but failing, your tone murderous.
And he makes it worse when he says: “I- I can’t.”
“You can’t what?” You ask, your patience running very low at that point.
“I can’t control it,” he says, looking at the floor and blushing.
You can’t comprehend what he’s saying so you have to ask: “You can’t control your bladder?” That can’t be it though, you know it can, you’ve seen him pee inside more than once. He acts like a normal adult most of the time even if he has some weird quirks you associate with him being a wolf.
He looks at you like you are stupid, and you almost want to kick him for it. He was the one peeing on your flowers, but you are the stupid one? No way. Before you can verbalize that he says: “What? No! I mean yes. I can control my bladder, but…” He stops mid sentence, looking bashfully at you, like it’s self explanatory.
“But what?” You press.
“But I need to mark my territory,” he finally confesses.
You are even more confused than before. “What territory? We have a fucking house, with toilets. Inside toilets,” you are trying to breathe through your teeth to avoid screaming, but it’s been really hard. Who knows what werewolf pee can do to your flowers, you took care of them for so long…
“But… But… But you live here,” he says, like it explains everything.
And then it clicks, and it only makes you madder. “I am your territory?” You ask, incredulous and angry. “It’s the 21st century!”
“I know. I know,” he looks so pathetic that your anger dissipates instantly. You bet that if he was in his werewolf form his ears would be down and his tail would be twitching in embarrassment. “I just… I can’t stop it. I want everyone around to know you aren’t an unclaimed female.” You arch an eyebrow at him, confused and annoyed by his use of words. “Not in a bad way, my wolf just… I need to mark the territory so any other monster knows you are my mate,” he finally confesses in a soft tone. That makes so much sense you want to coo at him.
“And you have to pee my petunias for that? You could have just asked me to marry you,” you deadpan, surprising both of you at your outburst. You cover your mouth with a hand, trying to bring your words back into your mouth, but obviously unable to.
“What?” He looks hopeful, a spark of something deep and bright shining in his eyes.
“Okay…” You take a deep breath, trying to decide how to deal with this. But a part of your brain already decided what you want to do, what you want him to be in your life. “I guess it’s time then… Would you marry me?” You ask, anxious all of sudden. Everything between you two has been like a dream, but right now you aren’t sure of anything.
But he doesn’t let you overthink it. “I- Yes!” He exclaims, his eyes as big as plates as he looks at you, mesmerized, like you just gave him the best gift of his life.
He closes the distance between you two and rests his forehead against yours, his hands framing your face. You try to forget that he was just peeing and he definitely didn’t wash his hands. Disgusting. “Would you stop peeing on my petunias now?” You ask jokingly, tears in your eyes as your brain fully processes what just happened. You asked him to marry you… and he said yes. You are getting married to your werewolf boyfriend. Oh lord.
“I’ll try,” he whispers before closing the distance between you two and kissing you senseless.
#monster sfw#sfw#monster#monster imagine#monster x human#monster x reader#monster boyfriend#monster love#monster lover#monster romance#monster x you#monsterfucker#werewolf#werewolf x reader#werewolf x you#gn reader
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I closed the bathroom door to pee with a little privacy (other people with cats are already shaking their heads at me) because Weevil is being particularly clingy this afternoon, and when she’s like this and I go to the bathroom, she immediately jumps on my naked lap, which is cute but also. Honey I am trying to piss. So I closed the door, and now the baby is CRYING, she is WEEPING, she is scrambling her little claws against the wood and mewling, all of which is turns out is actually more distracting to the whole process I’m trying to start in here, on account of it being hard to relax when you are also wondering if you’re history’s greatest monster, so fine fine, the cat wins. I got up, shuffled over to the door, and let her in, at which point she ran between my legs and jumped up on the toilet bowl. I’m not sure what her end goal was here because Weevil is the clumsiest cat I’ve ever met, so she instantly slipped, got her front legs soaked in in the miraculously still unused toilet, jumped six feet in the air, and knocked over every knock overable item in her immediate vicinity. And now she’s SO SAD again because I won’t let this creature still damp with toilet water sit in my lap. I am raising a toddler with claws.
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She pulls up to the curb alongside a huge green lawn. There’s supposed to be a free concert in the park today. She turns off the car and looks at her boyfriend.
“Let me take kitty for a second while you eat your snack,” she says, taking his black stuffed cat from him and setting it on the dashboard. She rummages around in the bag and finds a granola bar for him. “Here you go, sweetheart. Eat that and then we’ll try to find the festival.”
After they get out of the car, she passes him the big bag. “You’re carrying that,” she says. “Stick kitty in the big pocket. And then there’s sunscreen on the inside zipper pocket. Make sure you get your nose.”
It’s a long walk through the park to get there. “Are you excited?” she asks. “I’m really excited.” She stops him to take pictures of him next to the prettiest flowers and trees.
There’s a huge crowd of people around the bandstand. They can hear the murmur of people from the top of the little path down the hillside to get there. “Wow,” she says. “I think I forgot what crowds sound like. Maybe a Covid thing.” He reaches out and she grabs his hand as they get closer.
Everyone cheers when the band comes out. They start to play and the crowd applauds. Little groups of people around the perimeter are dancing.
He gets a little closer to her. “Are you okay, honey?”
“Um…I don’t know,” he whispers.
“Is the crowd stressing you out? You seem a little bit anxious.”
He nods. “I wet myself a little bit,” he whispers in her ear.
“Aww, sweetheart, and you don’t have a diaper today.” She surveys the damage as subtly as she can. Good thing he’s wearing black pants today.
“I think I need a toilet,” he says.
“Okay, let’s go find somewhere.” She’s wearing a flannel over her tank top, so she pulls it off and wraps it around his waist, tying it at the front. “That’ll cover you a little bit if you leak more, okay, honey?”
Now to find a toilet.
“Oh, that guy can tell us!” she says, looking at a man with a hi-vis staff vest on. “Excuse me? Hi, um, we’re looking for a bathroom.”
“Porta-potties that-a-way,” says the man, pointing.
She thanks him as they hurry over. The porta-potties are between two big, flowering bushes, but it isn’t enough to mask their smell.
The larger, accessible toilet is in use so they have to cramp into one of the small ones. The plastic walls are trapping heat inside.
“Yuck, it’s gross in here,” she says. She reaches out and opens the bag, still on his arm, and pulls out kitty and hands it to him.
“Wait, you aren’t changing me, are you?”
“What do you mean? You need a change, she says, pulling a thin adult diaper out of the bag.
“I’m not going in the toilet?”
“In there? Did you see how yucky it was? This’ll be so much better. Besides, I can tell you want it today.”
“Why? Just because I was holding my stuffie in the car?”
She unzips his pants and pulls them down along with his underwear. Even though they’ve been together for two years, he still gets shy when he’s exposed to her.
“No,” she says, getting the lotion and baby powder from the bag. “Well, not just that. Just from how shy and nervous you’ve seemed all day. Not to mention clingy.”
“Nuh-uh!” he retorts as she pulls the diaper around his front and tapes the sides. “I wasn’t THAT clingy…”
“You wanted to sit on the same side as me in the booth in the diner,” she says. “And you were hanging on to me the whole time. I almost expected I’d have to spoon-feed you your lunch.”
“Noo! You’d never have to spoon-feed me! I can do that myself!”
“Can you hold your pee by yourself, too?” she asks, watching his diaper swelling. He bends over, as far as the cramped portapottie allows him to, and presses on his bladder to get out the last bit.
“So cute,” she says, almost to herself, as she pulls his underwear and pants back up over the diaper. It’s a little harder to zip his pants up now that the diaper is swollen.
“You’re gonna stretch out my underwear,” he whines.
“I’m not getting a pants change?” he asks as she opens the portapottie door.
“Do you think there’s room in there to get your pants all the way off and your extra pair on?” she asks, holding the door open for him.
“No…”
They walk to the little sink next to the portapotties and she washes her hands.
“You should wash, too,” she says, taking kitty from him and stowing it in the bag.
“Okay,” he says. He hates the smell of the portapottie soap. Luckily, when he’s done, she sprays his hands with the lavender-scented hand sanitizer she keeps in the bag. So much better.
“Do you want to try again,” she asks, gesturing to the crowd. “Or do you want to go home?”
“I’ll try again!”
It just takes a couple more songs before he gets squirmy again. It’s getting hotter, and someone is smoking weed nearby, and more people are joining the crowd behind them, pressing in.
“I’m really trying, but I think I just need to go home,” he says. “Or somewhere quiet.”
“Okay, let’s go down to the grove,” she says, leading him by the hand through the crowd and across the lawn and down to the little area between the hills. There’s a ring of trees with a bench in the middle and they sit down.
He takes out his water bottle and takes a sip.
“Are you feeling better here?” she asks, wrapping her arm around his shoulder and pulling him closer.
“I’m sorry I wanted to leave. I know you wanted to see the concert.”
“I wanted to hang out with you,” she says. “I just thought maybe the free concert would be fun. It’s not a big deal.”
“Okay,” he says, leaning his head on her shoulder.
“Remember what I told you before? Sometimes things seem like a really big deal in the moment, but as soon as it’s over, you can see that it’s all okay. It’s going to be okay.”
He closes his eyes. He can hear the sound of the band, warped and far away. And the sound of cars on the road just outside of the park. He can feel the strap of her tank top and her warm skin on his cheek, her shoulder rising and falling with her breath.
“Now you’re happy, sitting here with me holding you. But don’t think I’ll forget how bratty you were in the portapottie when we get home. You’re definitely getting a punishment for talking back to me and whining about wearing a diaper you clearly need.” She rubs his shoulder. “Oh, don’t blush. I could tell you wanted a diaper on, I can tell when you want a little punishment, too.”
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i love my son so much he's such a therapy cat, he comes to me when i cry and follows me room to room so im never alone and is fantastic for recognising hallucinations but by god has he got separation anxiety. i put a door between us and he will start screaming, crying and will eventually headbutt the door with all the force of the assembled hordes of Genghis Khan.
pictured here standing on his own toilet while intently watching me pee (he's helping???)
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rating Halloween toilet decor at my local Michael’s
The classic skeleton on a skeleton shaped toilet. 8/10. you cannot go wrong with a spooky dookie but the book made of bone is definitely not it
Ichabod Crane toilet. 7/10. Points for originality with a less common Halloween figure and the satisfyingly smug pumpkin face, but points lost for confusing denim boot covers and the way the pumpkin isn’t reading the book whatsoever. Also makes me wonder if the axe is for toilet paper.
Dracula toilet. 4/10 for boring sculpt, bad paint job, baffling makeup, and the fact that Anne Rice says vampires don’t need to use the bathroom. Not that I believe Anne Rice about everything, but it’s funny to bring up the time Lestat gets body swapped into a normal body and spends way too many pages describing the feeling of peeing.
Frankenstein’s monster. 10/10 this is perfect. The pose, the sculpt, the self referential book… this monster knows what he’s about and even though like all these other toilet figures he’s wearing pants, it’s fine. Top tier silly. I love his face and I genuinely contemplated buying this for about 30 seconds before I realized then I’d have to own and find a place for a Frankenstein toilet figure.
Edgar Allan Poe on the toilet. 9/10 this is the only time I’m deducting points for “but he’s still wearing pants!” because this is an actual human figure, but I’m adding a ton of points back for how scrunkly he is and the large amount of accessories.
Laptop skeleton toilet. THIS IS PERFECTION 100/10. The pose, so familiar to anyone who’s had to use a computer for news or bad social media or zoom. The silly ghost not quite Apple logo. The jointed knees letting you bat at the feet like a cat with a toy. You cannot improve on this. One of my favorite objects in the Michael’s Halloween section of all time. This skeleton is a mood and an icon and I love it so, so very much.
Hey Michael’s? What in the actual fuck is this. I’m not even going to rate this because this is literally just a regular toilet, not a Halloween toilet. “Oh it has a snake on it” snakes alone do not make something Halloween or have we all forgotten about Britney Spears with the yellow python (top 10 “how did I think I was straight” moments). Send whoever designed this embarrassment to remedial Halloween school where they have to design anatomically improbable skeletons. IT DOESN’T EVEN HAVE A SEAT YOU’D FALL RIGHT IN THIS THING SUCKS
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My cat all day long: that is the toilet. which I don’t care about.
My cat as soon as I have to pee: WAht is this mysteroius white climbable I shall sit atop it immediaetly
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