Here's another story from "Cat Caught My Heart". The story is called "Johnny Cat". Several years ago, a cat had a litter of kittens in my back shed. When she found out I knew they were there she carried them off but left one and never came back for him. After a few days of listening to him crying, I felt sorry and brought him into the house and hand-fed him. I called him Johnny Cat. Johnny was my husband's name and he hated cats. But Johnny Cat turned out to be a prophetic name in ways I never would have dreamed.
Johnny Cat followed me around while I got ready for work, always following me to the bathroom. One morning as he sat on the toilet watching me comb my hair I heard water tinkle in the toilet. I figured he did it accidentally but bragged about it to everyone.
Next morning, he did it again. For the next nine years that I had my beautiful gray-and-white Johnny Cat he used the toilet every time. He had no privacy at all because when he headed for the bathroom someone always peeked around the corner to watch him. Some people thought I was crazy until I showed them pictures I took or brought them in the house to show them. I just wish I could have taught him to flush.