I think I might be an evil person.
Every time I see a cat curled up in a bathroom sink (or even a picture of a cat curled up in a bathroom sink), I am overcome with this inexplicable urge to turn on the faucet. I know I will probably die a terrible, painful, claw-related death but that doesn't stop me from wanting to do it, just to see what'll happen in the thirty seconds or so leading up to my demise.
Plus, a dog I occasionally have to go babysit is blind but went blind way later in life so he doesn't have the kind of graceful adaptations as do animals who were born that way or have had a lifetime's experience in dealing with it. So he doesn't always know where he is and loses his bearings and walks into walls and appliances and furniture. He never hurts himself but that doesn't mean the gut-busting laughter I break out with every time I see him do it is any less evil.
What is WRONG with me??
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