I was in my home office working when I suddenly heard my husband yelling in the bathroom.

Husband: “Son of a b***! D***ed cat!”

Me: “What’s wrong?”

My husband comes out holding our cat, his paws wet.

Husband: “This demon-shaped cat has the annoying habit of trying to slap my pee stream whenever I go to the toilet, and today he was successful.”

Me: “Oh?”

Husband: “Yup, so I had to chase after him to wash his paws. So here, grab him so I can clean the bathroom.”

Me: *To the cat.* “Imhotep, why do you do this?”

Husband: “Wait, he doesn’t do that to you? He has a grudge against me or something?”

Cue me staring at him, trying to phrase my response.

Me: “Honey, think very slowly now. What do I have to do before I pee?”

Husband: “Pull down your pants?”

Me: “After that.”

Husband: “Sit… yeah, now I get it.”

He went to clean the mess, while I laughed at his brain fart and our fur-demon purrs in my lap.