4:45: The loud-mouthed birds outside start squawking. George tries to get me up to feed him. I get up, go to the bathroom. George runs to the kitchen, Jake and Gracie don't budge. I go back into my bedroom, shut the door and go back to bed.
5:20: Gracie barfs up a hairball. I roll over and go back to sleep.
6:10: Alarm goes off. I get up, feed the cats, clean up the hairball, and begin washing a load of cat towels from the furniture and the cat condos.
(Ugh)
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4 comments:
I laugh because it's all so familiar.
Coughing up a hairball is just your cat's way of saying that he loves you. ;o)
You clean up the hairball? I just ignore it, and after a while it disappears.
No, I don't want to know where it goes. My suspicion is that the other cat eats it :-}.
- Badtux the Disgusting Penguin
You clean up the hairball? I just ignore it, and after a while it disappears.
OK, Badtux, I believe it: You're a guy. :)
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