A Cautionary Tale, for Cats

One Friday evening, my friend P sent her 5-year-old upstairs, in pajamas, to brush his teeth. T came down 10 minutes later, wearing his swim trunks.

P: What happened to your pajamas?

T: I changed because they were getting wet.

P: Why were they getting wet?

T: Because I was bathing the cat.

P: Pardon?

T: I was bathing the cat. In the toilet.

P's husband had to hide in the next room because he was laughing so hard. So P went upstairs to rescue the cat, who was still in the bathroom. With wet hindquarters.

P: Next time we will bathe the cat in the bathtub. We don't put anything in the toilet.

T: Ok. But now she's clean.
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A-L: Good story. What's the cat's name?

P: Funny you should ask. The five-year-old named her. It's Kitty.