That'll learn her.

Fucking cat just jumped in the toilet. Not on the toilet. Not on top of the toilet. In. As compulsion rather than logic is her greatest-occuring trait, Puffy jumps on things without determining whether they're sound for climbing. She scampers up your leg and uses your waistband as a ledge to claw herself up your back.

I was in the bathroom for two seconds - just lon enough to put the elastic tie back in my hair. Before I know it, I see a blur of grey and hear "splash!" Apparently, she misjudged the fact that sometimes there's a hole in the toilet seat, and fell butt-in, knocking down all the crap on top of the toilet tank in the process. Good thing I cleaned the damn thing last week.

Now the shower curtain's all wet, the wall is wet, all my hand towels are wet, and her bottom half is wet. I chased her down and gave her a vigorous rub with the "cat" towel, which she didn't appreciate. oh well.