Feeling the urge to pee, I take my poles, put my body vertically and try to overtake myself in speed, imagining that I am running in the Olympic Games, going towards the corridor, sontac, sontac, trying with all my might to be fast, but in fact, I walk more with my hands slowly, very slowly.
The cat follows me, at one point passes me, meows, and sits at the bathroom entrance, watching and waiting.
Stimulated by the idea that I am near the toilet, I find strength in my arms to push the poles faster. I finally reach the entrance to the bathroom, say something nice to the cat, try not to upset her, start to take off my pants in desperation, almost piss in my underwear, sit on the throne and have a sublime moment, which was usually just with myself.
Recently I started sharing space with a cat and she follows me everywhere and watches me, even in the bathroom. It's interesting that with all my need for privacy, she's the cutest omnipresence, so I don't mind.
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