For those of you with cats, this might sound like a familiar tale, and for those without … well … here is one of the joys of having a cat.
Now that March will soon be upon us (not that we could tell given all the snow), Alex is starting to go through his annual shedding phase. It only really started kicking in about two weeks ago, but now that it’s started … oh, is it loads of fun.
Since cats constantly clean themselves, it’s sort of an occupational hazard to wind up ingesting soFor those of you with cats, this might sound like a familiar tale, and for those without … well … here is one of the joys of having a cat.
Now that March will soon be upon us (not that we could tell given all the snow), Alex is starting to go through his annual shedding phase. It only really started kicking in about two weeks ago, but now that it’s started … oh, is it loads of fun.
Since cats constantly clean themselves, it’s sort of an occupational hazard to wind up ingesting some loose fur. And to rid themselves of that fur, cats puke up these giant clumps, otherwise known as hairballs. I can usually tell when Alex is about to hurl up a hairball, because he’ll be still, and start wheezing … [i]kaff … kaff [/i]… and then [i]hhrrrlllll [/i]… just a big yak.
Well, yesterday morning around 5 a.m. I got up to take a shower, and I see Alex sitting in the living room, in pre-yak mode. He wheezed a few times, and so I readied myself to get some paper towels for the innevitable mess. Only no puke. So in my early morning fog, I shrugged it off and took my shower. Afterwards, feeling clean and at least modestly refreshed, I got dressed, and then went into the living room for my shoes.
Yeah … that’s was my bad.
It’s not so much that Alex yaked up a big skanking puddle of hairball and salmon flavored cat food on my shoe–which he did–but it’s that he yaked up a big skanking puddle of hairball and salmon flavored cat food [i]in[/i] my shoe. Not just on, but in. In a 1,000–square-foot, two-bedroom apartment, that’s the one place he chooses to yak.
So my day started off by scooping out a whomping puddle of cat vomit from my shoe.
Ahhh … good times. … Good times …
