Thursday, July 19, 2007

An eternal truth

There is never just one heap of vomit.

6 Comments:

Blogger Around My Kitchen Table said...

I am writing this with my eyes propped open with matchsticks, thanks to his Supreme Gingerness. He wouldn't settle down last night and kept batting me over the head to make me pay attention. I eventually lost patience and shut him out of the bedroom whereupon he scratched and scratched at the door until I let him in again. He lay down for two minutes and then started his head-batting tricks again so I shut him out once more. When he started scratching again I determined to ignore him and what do you think the little bugger did? He went into the sitting-room and switched the television on. I'm not kidding. The remote control was on the sofa and he must have walked across it. I swear it was deliberate.

3:10 PM  
Blogger GreatSheElephant said...

Ah now, what you need to do is lock them in the room furthest from your bedroom. I never get disturbed by nocturnal wanderings, battings, meowings or scratchings. I just have to clean the kitchen floor every morning.

3:47 PM  
Blogger Ms Brown Mouse said...

The vomit thing, it's never nice, neat piles either, more like a chain of puddles.

7:04 PM  
Blogger Bowleserised said...

Yes, but but but you need the cats to be able to tell you if there's a fire or a fox outside!

6:13 AM  
Blogger Moominmama said...

so true! we had this goop in a tube the vet gave us to cut back on the hairballs and barfing. it looked just like runny caramel, smelled like chicken, the cat loved it and while it didn't eliminate the yakking, it did reduce it by about 50%. I wish I could remember the name of it...

3:46 AM  
Blogger Mammabird said...

.... and the vomit's never on the hard floor, either. Always on the carpet. Especially the pale carpet.

9:21 AM  

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