Why do I have cats?
I am bored.
Bored, bored, bored. Bored.
As if reading my mind, my cat (not Sammy this time) decides to help me.
Because I am so bored, I head to the can. Its not even 7am. Too early for anything.
As I get to the entry way, I look down. No real reason, I don't usually watch where I am going, as Sammy can tell you, but for whatever reason I looked down. And that is the reason Milo still lives and breathes.
Barf, from one end of the entryway to the other. I would have taken a picture but at this hour I would have ended up chucking last nights dinner.
He lives today because I didn't step in it. I hate cats.