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.
3 comments:
Only one thing worse than stepping in cat expulsion and that's cleaning it up. You're forced to look at it, feel it and try not to make it worse by throwing up yourself.
Glad you side-stepped that one.
Why can't it just be hairballs? That's aren't usually too wet.
Oh yuck. That's truly gross. Even without the visual cues.
I had no idea you were a cat lady. I love cats. The kids are allergic, so I had to give them away.
Sometimes I think I kept the wrong breed.
eww
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