This morning I found that my lovely cat Ponette had thrown up again. She threw up on a piece of mail (Netflix, apparently not a fan of Extras) and covered the throw up with another letter.Nicely played Ponette.
(Two cat posts in a week? I never thought I'd become 'that guy'- but she's so damn cute)
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My kids collect trading cards and one of my two cats (I'm pretty sure I know which one) did the fell deed on some cards on the floor then tried to bury the evidence by scratching around a bit. It wounded my son to see his cards thrown out but some things cannot be salvaged.
Are we crazy or what to put up with this sort of s--t? Pun intended.
Oh boy, it's like when The Sovereign Nation of Hannibal horks up a sovereign nation's worth on my bedspread, pillows, open school books, chair, that spot right outside my door where I step as I stagger to the bathroom first thing in the morning...
Oh, my kitty-poo, I love you so...
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