When I was about 5, we got a cat and I named her Velvet. We would rescue cats pretty often, and she didn’t get along with many of them and moved outside. When I was in my teens, she had been living outside for at least 6 or 7 years when one day she blew in through the front door as I was going out and darted into the bathroom. Intrigued, I followed her in where I saw jump onto the toilet seat, hoist her tail, and pee into the toilet. When she was done, she hopped down and ran back to the front door where she yowled until I let her back out. She also lived to be 22 which is notable for a cat that spent a considerable number of those years outside.