Well, she found the toilet she was looking for.
But…
It was disgusting!
The stench hit her like a brick wall, sharp and sour, burning her nose. Her feline senses made it a hundred times worse—every foul note stabbing into her brain. The moment she stepped inside, her vision blurred, her legs wobbled, and she nearly passed out on the spot.
"EUGHHHHHH!!"
She gagged loudly, eyes tearing up, tail puffed like a bottlebrush in pure horror.
There it was—the infamous medieval toilet. A wooden platform, a bench with a wide, gaping hole in the middle. Exactly what she had imagined… but far, far worse.
A human could probably sit down, pinch their nose, and power through it. Maybe even sprinkle some herbs or perfume to fight the smell. But for a small black cat?
That hole was enormous! Like a bottomless abyss of doom.
If she slipped even a little while squatting… she would plunge right in. Straight into the pit of shit and piss.
A fate worse than death!
