Regrets are for Horseshoes and Handbags

Sorry I have been MIA for the last few days. Work has been crazy busy. I do have one story for you.

Yesterday, I was on a conference call with my boss and some clients. They are very dense and have awful communication skills. So we spend over an hour on the phone while they complained about how the other people in their office don't know anything and the system isn't doing what they want BLAH. BLAH. BLAH. About 20 minutes into to call, I hear what sounds like a bucket of water getting poured out in the other room. I run to it and find Putty in the bathroom, wet footprints all over and a huge spray of water everywhere. Her butt was wet, so it was obvious that she fell in. I was still on this call, so I couldn't react, but man, it would have been so funny to see her fall in. It sounded like she fell in, the struggled to get out and was splashing all around. When the call was over, I IM'ed my boss to bitch about how difficult our clients are. I told him the story of the cat falling in the toilet, to which he replied "Don't blame her. There were a few times during that call when I wanted to stick my head in the toilet."