When I was about 8 we had a family cat, Squinty. I had just got out of the tub and was still wet and buck naked. Had left the door open a bit and in slides slinky. I looked out the door and down the hall to make sure I wouldn't get caught and scooped him up, dropped him in the stool and closed the lid. Sat down on the lid and flushed it. Sitting there grinning when a claw comes out from under the lid and impales my little ballsack. I was squealing louder than Squinty!
