Steve and Gigi have now 'discovered' the toilet. When they see us going towards the washroom they both dash in front and take their positions on the floor on either side of the toilet bowl. I'll lift the lid and they'll both put their front paws on the toilet seat waiting for the 'action'. I then proceed to do a ceremonial flush for them and they watch with anticipation as the water swirls around and around and around and.....
So, every morning, I have to do this and then they are content to leave and let me have the washroom to myself!
Am I a slave to these two, or what?