I've made myself breakfast: yummy eggs and toast. I sit down to eat. JUST THEN Lew runs up covered in something: oh my god you're covered in liquid shit! Call for help. Try to return to breakfast. JUST THEN cat runs upstairs and starts barfing right at my feet. Decide to never eat again.
I wonder what the "old indian" has to say about that?
ReplyDeleteBirth control?
ReplyDeleteI hate days like that. Cat puke adds to the disgust of it all!
ReplyDeleteThank you SO much for the fine laugh I just had on an otherwise humourless Monday. :)
ReplyDeleteIt was pretty funny... albeit disgusting.
ReplyDeleteYou are already too tiny to continue this lifestyle. You're likely to disappear completely.
ReplyDeleteYeah. Hosing off the caked-on liquid shit from a screaming, squirming toddler pretty much killed my appetite for the whole day, too. But coming down to hear about the cat barfing just made me laugh.
ReplyDeleteMaybe the squirrels got those eggs at least.