You're in a desert, dude. I thought you guys had to pee on each other to wash.

To answer your questions: depends on if anyone is around, yes, wouldn't care, no, yes, and I do. :)

If I were in the shower with HER no I wouldn't mind.:)

it just saves so much time

Welcome to the Cellar, Time4. Glad you're on the logical side.:D

in the shower, i picnicked with Bub
we finished our friskies and grub
we threw out our plastic
and then Bub got spastic
when i peed on his rubba-dub-dub.

neverland offered break-fast
where boys and some cats had a blast
but mike's panic attack
in the tub at the back
was from seeing a pussy at last.

A showery table I set
Testing whether cats hate to get wet
But my full bladder burst
As my poor kitty nursed
Now we're standing in line at the vet

I once had a kitten named Bellow
Who said to me "Pardon, old fellow,
I understand why
My kibble's not dry
But why is it steaming and yellow?"

and THIS is why i take your word on it, UT.

:D

Tankee! I'm kinda proud of that one...

You're a sick puppy.
I think that's why I like you.:D

hey...remember this thread?

Of course. It's one of the bits I'm proud of. I inadvertantly hijacked piss to poetry.

Which also reminded me that I never posted the limerick trilogy.


There once were two lasses from Birmingham
And this is the story concerning 'em
They pulled down the frock
And diddled the cock
Of the Bishop as he was confirming 'em

But the Bishop was nobody's fool
He'd been to a large public school
So he pulled down their britches
And diddled those bitches
With a twelve-inch Episcopal tool

But that didn't bother those two
And they said as the Bishop withdrew
Oh the Vicar is thicker
and quicker and slicker
And longer and stronger than you

Nothing wrong with the odd golden shower...