I think the thump on the wall was punishment enough (probably a good thing it was me that got peed on, and not my dad).
I had a bunny rabbit as a pet as a kid (a big NewZealand White), and I was holding him on my lap while chatting with the elderly lady next door (everyone in the neighborhood called her grandma and she was in her late 90's) and the bunny usually loved to be petted, but was struggling and struggling to get down. I found out why, when he peed on my lap (and if you think a cat's pee is unusually stinky, a rabbit's pee smells like concentrated supercat pee, and it's kind of oily, blegh, blegh, blegh).
I did the same mad dash for the shower (barely stopping to put the rabbit back in his cage). I wasn't mad at him at all though, because he WAS trying to tell me he needed to get down, I just didn't listen, so I figure I was even more to blame for his "accident" than the cat's revenge (though she did make her point, I never forgot to change her litter - or any cat's litter in a timely manner again).
Wait, I can't say that (though technically it's been my hubby's job to change the litter), but recently we realized the litter had to be changed for our current kitty, when she protested the uncleanliness of the litter by leaving a poopy right outside the litter box (luckily still on the rug underneath the litter box).
Last edited by kaplods; 08-29-2008 at 11:29 PM.
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