randomly: when i think the plural of toothbrush my mind pronounces it teethbreesh. for some reason. anyway.
the other evening, chris tells me, ‘oh! forgot to tell you. rinse your toothbrush in really hot water, this morning i heard these clanking noises in the bathroom and the kitty was up on the counter with the toothbrushes.’ [he tells me this a little too late to do anything about that morning’s brushing, so eww, but anyway] ‘i don’t know if he likes the toothpaste or is trying to drink the water’ [kitty will not drink nice fresh water from a water bowl. he’s all about dirty sinkwater, faucet drippings, or, apparently, teethbreesh] ‘well did you smell his breath? is he minty?’ i asked. [no, he’s not about to smell kitty’s breath]
well at first i didn’t believe this was accurate, probably out of denial to think of having used a toothbrush that had been licked by a cat who licks … himself. but one of these weird sleep nights i got up to go potty and sure enough, kitty was right up there on the counter and the teethbreesh were a-clankin’.