I'm in an setting like a doctor's office, or a veterinarian, caring for this tiny kitten on an aluminum table. The kitten somehow gets away and falls into a toilet, but it doesn't really seem dirty, like it's a toilet apparatus, but used for something else. We don't know where the kitten has gone. But I think that it must still be in the toilet, since nobody flushed it, so I pull it up and begin to take it apart as quick as I can, hoping to safe the life of the kitten that is probably drowning in there.

Inside the toilet is a pipe about six inches in diameter, maybe a foot long, that is part of the plumbing, and as I pull it apart, four or five birds fall out. They are all wet and pressed together, apparently they too fell in there and couldn't escape. But I see that at least one or two of them are still alive, and they stretch out their wet wings and approach me on the table, like I'm their hero now, for rescuing them.

But I don't want to be distracted; we still need to find the kitten.