The boys were bent on destruction and naughtiness this morning. Jabberwock curled up on the forbidden pile of clean clothes, while Spelunker nudged the not quite closed door to the bathroom open, entered, climbed onto the back of the toilet, then FLUSHED, closing the lid, and left.
As far as I know, he made no deposit first, just wasted some water.
They led me a merry chase through the house, but they are both outside. The sun is out, but cold. The porch is swept clear of snow. To be house cats, they have to master their baser instincts. Jabberwock went out yesterday when he decided the proper sitting place was atop the counter in front of the microwave. He lost that argument, too.