Gracie yocked up a hairball at 5AM. By 5:45, she was trying to prod me to get out of bed so that I could feed her.
I don't know how that works. When I've barfed, the last thing I wanted to do within the next hour was chow down. It must be different for hairballs.
I'm fried. This will be a high-caffeine day at work.
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If you go for the idea that 1 pet year = 7 human years, then just scale it to hours, so that 1 pet hour= 7 human hours. So, yeah, seven hours after hurling, I might be a little hungry too.
Hairball = Not Food
Not Food occupying stomach = hurts
Get rid of hurt takes energy
Energy = food
Empty stomach and energy expenditure = hungry now!
My verification word is spets - spitting up pets?
One hour? Mencken can hurl at my feet, then go straight to the food bowl and start chowing down kibble. Meanwhile, I'm sorta gagging while carrying the sodden newspaper (that I slipped under his head when I noticed he was trying to hurl) to the garbage.
Cats. Heh.
We have a couple of poofs who, if they go too long without food, they'll scarf down their next meal, gulp some water, barf, bring in a friend to eat up the barf and then go back for more food.
I'm trying to remember the last time I was so entertained. Blech.
Blech. Yeah, my boys will occasionally do that. Mencken will do the upchucking honors, then The Mighty Fang will head over and clean it up while Mencken goes back for a refill. Ick!
Aww, isn't that sweet! Mencken is pre-chewing and pre-digesting food for the Mighty Fang.
What a considerate kitty.
You have uncovered Mencken's secret. He seems like a grouchy kitteh who's always muttering about everything and whacking TMF's ears whenever TMF gets too friendly with the grooming ("you kid, get off my lawn!"), but he's secretly a softy who loves tummy rubs and is so considerate... SHUDDER. Ick. Just ick.
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