Brand new curtains, because the cat had torn the old ones, in the toilet.
I didn't have to search too hard to figure out who the paw-petrator was. No other paw-sibilities existed.
I'll stop now. But I would also like to add that the drop of liquid was a result of me dragging the curtains out of the toilet.
This is what happens when a cat decides on a career in home decor. See the elegant drape of the fabric over the pedestal, the signature pawprints, the decadence of assuming there's no practical purpose for this room other than to show the designer's craft..
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