1. Walk into room to put away clean laundry.
2. Step in very large, very wet, puddle of cat puke left on a hoodie that was half on the bed, half on the floor. Coat entire sole of foot with moist, chunky, squidgy, barf.
3. Pick up hoodie and hop carefully into the bathroom to wash off foot.
4. Put foot in tub, turn on water, knock shampoo bottle into tub. Sigh.
5. Wash foot and complain to yourself about the slimy feeling. Wash off shampoo bottle and replace on edge of tub.
6. Look for towel. Realise they are all in the current load of laundry now sudsing away happily downstairs. Sigh.
7. Do a yoga pose called ‘reaching for hand-towel across the room with dripping foot’.
8. Dry foot. Smile with relief that you have two non-slimy feet again.
9. Rinse hoodie. Complain to yourself about how slimy it is and how that shit is gonna stain for sure and who the hell buys a baby-blue hoodie and leaves it on the bed when they have cats?
10. Try to find a place to hang heavy wet hoodie without it breaking anything important or dripping on something else important.
11. Gain a cat audience – in the tub.
12. Grab wad of toilet paper to remove giant-ass hairball from tub drain.
13. Realise there is also a giant-ass human hairball in plug drain (long-haired people problems). Sigh.
14. Grab nasty old toothbrush left on edge tub for the sole purpose of removing human hair clogs. Splash a fabulously disgusting concoction of drain water and cat puke on your face. Growl.
15. Flush that shit down and hope like hell the toilet doesn’t clog – again.
16. Tell cat that is now sitting in the tub that he is about to get wet.
17. Rinse out tub.
18. Watch cat with wet feet do cartoon-skids on the floor as he tries to exit bathroom. Feel bad as it wasn’t HIS puke.
19. Wash slime off of face.
20. Give up on adulting and drink a beer.
One innocent, one guilty!
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Blech! The only way you could have improved on that is if you’d found another puddle of puke on exiting the bathroom, or if you realised the nasty old hairball toothbrush was in fact the current working toothbrush left there accidentally, and you didn’t have a new one…
Hahahahahah! It’s part of being long haired people that I have the nasty brush to pull the hair balls out… until I drop it and ‘splash!’ right in the kisser.
I’m sure there are more hidden puke-bombs, but at this time of night I am NOT doing any more laundry!
Pets are a gift and a treasure. At least that is what I hear all the time.
If anyone knows, it is you!
You know me too well. I am a sucker when it comes to animals.
Oh but those faces! (It’s a plot. They somehow hypnotize us into serving them)
This morning RC announced early that the litter box had been used 2-3 times so she just borrowed the bath tub….
Oh, but that little face!
At least it was the tub and not the carpet!
The foot in puke puddle experience has never been described more vividly. One of the most terrible sounds in the world is that resonant retching at three in the morning when you’re just awake enough to hear it and not nearly alert enough to gauge exactly where it is coming from.
Hrgh, wha… Kitty you okaaaazzzzzzz?
I started reading this morning while having my breakfast but had to stop when I got to 2! Seems much funnier now (though probably not for you at the time!)
Hahahah oh sorry, not for reading while eating!
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HA HA! This almost exactly happens at my house. Except I can’t have a beer since it typically happens first thing in the morning. LOL
Sorry Nicole! Iāve not been on here much, hope to remedy that! Iād not like a beer for breakfast either!