So, we’re finally moving. The big day has arrived. As I pack, paint, and dream about life in a larger, newer, safer, nicer, fresher and more open house I reach for something that has fallen behind the bookcase.
And I touch…
Cat vomit.
Now, I realize that you find strange and sundry things when you move. A stray sock here, an old wrapper there, a toy, a broken remote. But cat vomit. Behind a bookcase. A bookcase that to my knowledge has never been away from the wall.
OK, I love my cats. I really do. But the one refuses to cover his poop in the little box. I realize that may be because he was taken too early from his mother, but come one! He is eleven years old and has lived with a “motherly” (albeit not fit for human companionship) older cat now his whole life. Cover the shit already! Sheesh! But that is for another day...
And the other vomits on command. Doesn’t like her dinner. Phew!
Is mad at you for not giving her dinner exactly when she wants it (even if it is 3:00 in the afternoon), she eats and HURLS!
Ticked off that the dog chased her...
Check out the rest of the story - cat vomit and smelly poop and all at:
http://sugarandsproutsblog.com/cat-vomit-and-other-grossness/
You need to be a member of Hybrid Mom Community to add comments!
Join this social network