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I don’t know how we’ve been lucky enough to avoid it for so long.

Oscar is our 2-year-old male. He’s entirely white from head to tail. He’s not albino, as he has blue eyes. But white fur, pink skin, blue eyes — he’s a bit short in the pigment department. And apparently for cats, pigment and key brain lobes are coded on the same chromosome, which Oscar lacks, because he is DUMB.

Actually his stupidity is kind of endearing. Mostly he sits around looking dumb, but sometimes he looks confused or even puzzled. It’s nice though, because he’s so dumb that he thinks he’s a dog. He’ll come when called (actually, when you call any cat, he’ll come) and he’ll play fetch with cat toys.

He also drinks out of the toilet.

He claws at the glass-fronted hutch (that belonged to my wife’s grandparents) when he wants out. This is because he believes the glass doors on the hutch to be exterior doors.

Anyway, until last night, he had never abused a roll of toilet paper. But as we were bedding down, Oscar was finishing his evening ablutions in the toilet bowl. (SLURP, SLURP, SLURP.) Then he stood up on the toilet seat and eyed the toilet paper roll. Certainly he was seeing it for the first time. He batted it exploratorily. It unrolled a little. He batted it some more. It unrolled some more. I pointed this out to my wife. We rolled our eyes at each other. Then he stopped, so we forgot about it and went to bed.

This afternoon I found that the nearly-finished roll of TP that was doing kleenex duty on the kitchen table had been knocked down under the table and unrolled. Could have been an accident, I thought, rolling it up.

Three-quarters of the way down, the roll was ripped to shreds.

No toilet is safe.

Bloggers have more cats than is usually considered reasonable, a sambal.org study revealed today. Of the blogging population, fully 87% have 3 or more cats.

The study also showed that blogging was highly correlated with being overweight or having been overweight; exercise; and right-wing politcal views.

Film at 11.