It was the last load of a move to another state. On the hour and a half drive, with everything I owned in the back of my truck, my cat rode up front with me. It was January and freakin' cold outside, there was no room in the back of the truck for his carrier anyway, and he mostly just stood on my legs between me and the steering wheel and looked out of the window. This was a 25 pound cat wearing a medium dog collar. And he wasn't fat, he was just a monster sized cat.
I'm half an hour into my drive, I'm going around a two lane exit ramp with a gasoline tanker next to me. The cat looked up at me, and I swear to FSM he smiled. Then proceeded to p**s all over my lap. I'm trying to catch the pee in my right hand and throw it in the passengers floor, but it's too much too fast. It's soaking through my pants, I'm still next to a gasoline tanker going around a corner, and trying not to hit anything or roll the truck. He finally finishes peeing on me, looks up and meows again, while smiling. The rest of the trip was with the windows down in January while it's 20 degrees outside so I don't gag on the ammonia fumes, and I'm also marinating my balls in fresh cat p**s for the next hour. Big Fun!
I'm half an hour into my drive, I'm going around a two lane exit ramp with a gasoline tanker next to me. The cat looked up at me, and I swear to FSM he smiled. Then proceeded to p**s all over my lap. I'm trying to catch the pee in my right hand and throw it in the passengers floor, but it's too much too fast. It's soaking through my pants, I'm still next to a gasoline tanker going around a corner, and trying not to hit anything or roll the truck. He finally finishes peeing on me, looks up and meows again, while smiling. The rest of the trip was with the windows down in January while it's 20 degrees outside so I don't gag on the ammonia fumes, and I'm also marinating my balls in fresh cat p**s for the next hour. Big Fun!