Once a rat came out of the bathroom. Fortunately, I wasn’t there at that moment. I went in, saw, immediately closed the door to the bathroom, ran after the cat (ah, apparently I had a wrenched thought in my head to throw the cat there and lock it until it solves the problem). Fortunately (for the cat, whose cheeked face was clear that he had just slept quietly and was not ready for such a hernia), when I returned, the rat was already fucking off the same way it got off. I closed the toilet for a while. I even thought of pressing the cover of the curtains, but I was afraid that it would just break the cover to the harams. The rat didn’t come in anymore, but now I always push my penis a little further and look inside the toilet when I sit on it, although many years have passed since that.