edited: Tuesday, March 10, 2009
By Juliet Waldron
Rated "G" by the Author.
Posted: Tuesday, March 10, 2009
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Warning! Cat People will probably be the only ones who will really enjoy this. ;)
It is spring, so let’s just say that cats take a little extra work now. Spring is just not their best time. This is because they groom themselves, and swallow what they groom. To make a nad situation worse, in the spring, they shed their winter coats. This leads to internalization of large wads of cat fur, hence to vomiting.
There are also their eating/sporting habits. Cats are kind of like owls. When they eat a mouse or tender young rabbit, they eat every bit. This means they swallow fur and bones. All that stuff has to go somewhere, either out the back or out the front. Often, it’s easier for cats to hork, so that’s what they do. Then Cat Mom has a cleanup job of which she is not particularly fond.
This morning, sitting in front of the computer, waiting for it to boot up, I happened to glance out the window. I never saw farther than the sill, however, because I could see that some rotten feline had thrown up all over it. There were kitty crunchies swimming in a light sauce of tummy juice, spilling over the edge and oozing down the wall. When I got my bucket with hot water and white vinegar, rags, paper towels, my gloves, etc., ready, and pulled back the horizontal blinds, I discovered that the window, too, was involved. Don’t think I’ve ever seen a cat execute the classic drunk’s forward splash maneuver before, but there’s always a first time. Another trip was required, for more paper towels and the glass cleaner.
We who love cats have all endured the awful cold squish between the toes during a darkened, sleepy nighttime journey to the bathroom. We all have our “Epic” puke stories. I think mine was back in the 80’s, when one of my kitties (I suspect it was Stanzi Marie Pussycat, a lovely tri-color patched tabby,) barfed fulsomely into my trusty dot matrix printer over night. I didn’t discover this until I went to turn it on the next morning.
I carried the poor little machine outside and shook it heartily, upside down, knowing that even if the printer wasn’t totaled, this was just the beginning of a lengthy cleanup. As I watched the stuff fall out, I actually had a moment of wondering why I loved these cats so much.
It didn’t last long, though.