A sneaky attack
My ex-Mrs had returned from some sort of emergency trip abroad to see her mother (and also enjoy a brief fling, the cheating cow) for a month, and The Cat - 'her' cat - was a bit stand-offish with her.

But after a few hours we settled down for an evening in front of the TV, The Cat climbed up onto her generous lap, got himself comfy, scrunched up his eyes and started purring.

"See, he remembers me," she said, before leaping up with a scream and flinging The Cat across the room.

He'd emptied his bladder over her, and she was drenched. I like to think he'd figured out that she was a bad girl*, months before I twigged.

*this is obviously utter tosh
( MisterPunch did it that way on, Thu 24 Apr 2008, 15:17, Reply)