Once my husband and I were sitting quietly in our house when we heard someone PEEING. We looked at each other in disbelief, then went to the bathroom where we saw my cat, Fidget, peeing into the toilet -- a self-taught toilet trainee. My relationship with Fidget predated, and made more sense than, the one I had with my husband, and it lasted longer. I wrote all this in the Flummel comments for this post, which proceeded to erase it all after telling me I'd not put in a valid email address -- so in a fit of pique I huffily flounced over to Blogger.