I have a story for you that is hysterical, at least from a cat point of view and that’s the important point of view.
Sasha had a barfy day yesterday. She barfed every time she ate. At first it was a hairball but then it was food. She eats too fast. The lady peep was getting tired of cleaning up after her. After dinner when Sasha started to make the gaggy noises, the peep yelled “Not on the carpet! Not on the carpet!”
She raced in and swooped up Sasha. She tried to carry Sasha to the hardwood floor three feet away. As if by magic Sasha began barfing. It was a perfect arc that included six feet of carpeting. Remember she was only three feet away from the hardwood so this took skill. As if that wasn’t enough, she did a stream of three feet on the hardwood. Food bits glued together with stomach acid and gluey mouth mucous. Very cool!
Us cats were laughing so hard our sides ached. Gus, the newest mancat asked how long the peep has had cats. Morgan, the oldest, said there were cats here when she come to live and one was a really old one. By our feline calculations it had to be eons. Maybe even when the dinosaurs lived. Gus then asked why she thought that Sasha wouldn’t barf on the carpet? Or why she thought we would listen when given a command? Did she think we were stinky dogs?
That’s when the laughing began! Sasha paraded around proudly. Her work for the day was done. The peep was on her hands and knees cleaning carpet and her co-conspirators were all high-fiving. The only thing that would make it better was a little catnip to celebrate.