“Well, yeah, especially if you're 
going to do this with our kids.”       
     “God, no Criminal. You’ve got to  
admit that something like this doesn't 
happen often, if ever? We made more    
than a hundred thousand dollars and    
saved a Cat’s life. How often does that
happen?”                               
     “Talking of which, have you seen  
her? You didn't see her leave, did     
you?” I said, feeling a small panic    
attack coming on.                      
     My question was answered, when I  
heard the sound of flushing coming from
our bedroom.                           
     Oh Christ, I thought, and then the
Cat came prancing back into the room,  
“Sorry, did I miss something? Where is 
everybody? What did you do with my     
adoring audience? Did you throw them   
* out Criminal?”                           
     By the time she finished, she was 
sitting on the back of the couch and   
looking down at me, like she was the   
judge and jury, and I was the accused, 
the Criminal. Ha, ha, I thought to     
myself.                                
     “What were you doing in the       
bathroom?”                             
     “Nice contraption you’ve got      
there.”                                
     “Most people call it a toilet,” I 
told her.                              
     “Toilet,” the Cat said while      
rolling it around with her lips. Even  
after a week, it was still just so     
freakin' weird. It was like watching a 
really good CGI movie in real life.    
     “For some reason that word feels  
dirty, and oily too, don't you think?” 



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