I was only supposed to be left alone for an hour today. One hour, in which I was expected to be asleep, whilst my husband went to teach a class @ UT for the day and my niece was en route from SM to come watch me.
In the first three minutes of Daniel’s departure, Hobbs (The Devil Spawn Cat from Hell™) decided to projectile vomit through out bedroom (on our brand new gorgeous FLoR rug), down the hallway and onto the front door rug.
And then magically disappears.
Me and my “Don’t get up unless necessary, don’t clean, don’t do ANYTHING BUT SHHHHH!” routine was violently disrupted, as 1) Wet cat food = GROSSEST VOM EVER and 2) OMG our fabulous new RUG and 3)OW PAIN Ow PAIN!
I texted my husband that he might have to bury Hobbs when he gets home in effort to get a chuckle and instead was met by questions of Why/What/How and don’t get out of bed.
This is, of course, after the fact. Am I seriously expected to let barely digested wet cat food dry? Not unless it’s meant to mixed in with my own barely digested wet breakfast vom. So, no.
Now Hobbs (The Devil Spawn Cat from Hell™) is still missing. I can’t find him anywhere. He’s stealthily trying to kill me once I fall back to slumber.
Me? I’ve hidden the rest of his food.
NOW WHO’S ON TOP??
I hate it that cats, all of a sudden, can pull a disappearing act when they know they are in trouble. Oh and they KNOW.
Cat vomit doesn’t usually stain anything, Resolve cleans it right up off of rugs. Even grosser-than-gross wet cat food vomit. At least you didn’t step in it with socks on, cause that’s a LOT of fun.
Resolve. I need to buy some. STAT.
If I stepped in this with socks, I swear he would have a new home outside by now.
He *still* hasn’t come out of hiding. And it’s like, 9 hours later.
I hate it that cats, all of a sudden, can pull a disappearing act when they know they are in trouble. Oh and they KNOW.
Cat vomit doesn’t usually stain anything, Resolve cleans it right up off of rugs. Even grosser-than-gross wet cat food vomit. At least you didn’t step in it with socks on, cause that’s a LOT of fun.
Resolve. I need to buy some. STAT.
If I stepped in this with socks, I swear he would have a new home outside by now.
He *still* hasn’t come out of hiding. And it’s like, 9 hours later.
This might be difficult to do, but in my lifetime of owning cats, I’ve discovered that the wet-food-barely-digested-stuff is actually easier to clean if you let it completely dry. Ew, I know. But it helps contain the spread.
Shel, I love you. But I couldn’t take that. Not for a second. Dealing with it wiped my ass OUT though. I think the freaking and the yelling and the cleaning took every ounce of energy from me and I’ve been a sad, sapped sack all day.
Seriously, this CAT! (shakes head)
We should only feed him dry food, dammit. OR MAKE HIM HUNT.
OUTSIDE.
IN THE WOODS.
IN ALASKA.
This might be difficult to do, but in my lifetime of owning cats, I’ve discovered that the wet-food-barely-digested-stuff is actually easier to clean if you let it completely dry. Ew, I know. But it helps contain the spread.
Shel, I love you. But I couldn’t take that. Not for a second. Dealing with it wiped my ass OUT though. I think the freaking and the yelling and the cleaning took every ounce of energy from me and I’ve been a sad, sapped sack all day.
Seriously, this CAT! (shakes head)
We should only feed him dry food, dammit. OR MAKE HIM HUNT.
OUTSIDE.
IN THE WOODS.
IN ALASKA.
oh catfood stinks to high heaven. Vomited catfood stinks to the lowest depths of hell. OH it’s super duper nasty. I feel your pain. OKay not all of it because I don’t have staples in my head but … yeah.. that cat should hide
for a very very very long time.
oh catfood stinks to high heaven. Vomited catfood stinks to the lowest depths of hell. OH it’s super duper nasty. I feel your pain. OKay not all of it because I don’t have staples in my head but … yeah.. that cat should hide
for a very very very long time.