One of the cats barfed in the kitchen while I was gone this morning.
I didn’t notice it until I was sitting down with my lunch.
I slammed my eyes shut for a moment.
Couldn’t face a puddle of vomit before I had a snack. Still can’t.
It’s sitting over there kinda by the window and I know I need to clean it up, but I just don’t want to. You know?
It will take ten paper towels and a lot of cuss words to get it all.
Kitty indiscretions…ocean whitefish and tuna. Great. Can’t wait.
I don’t get why this issue never comes up for my friends who have cats.
Are mine the only ones who do this? Can’t be.
And yet, my friends’ houses seem consistently vomit free.
Why, oh why, do I think you have any interest in this topic?
Well, I guess I don’t really think you do, but it’s the only topic I’ve got today.