When I woke up this morning, I could detect the subtle wafting of the cat barf.
But I can't find it.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
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Hint: Carefully look in shoes before inserting toes.
I suffered as a cat keeper for years before the beast came at me one night. He went to live on a friend's farm (no really) and was as happy as a furry clam. NO mo cats for me. The spritzing and barfing was insufferable.
Saw, other than barf, which goes with the territory, my cats are pretty loving and largely trouble-free. They're good company.
Reminds me of the time we lost track of a kitten inside for a morning. Later, while preparing lunch, what a surprise! Kitten turds in a salad bowl!
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