They did it again.
My cats drew straws to see who would puke on (in) my shoes (AGAIN) early this morning, and the winner did an extremely thorough job. I believe I heard the transgression in progress - the ralphing, not the straw-drawing - and I know it was either Flop or Cleo. It couldn't have been Hobbes.
How do I know it wasn't Hobbes?
She was laying on the bed next to me, having already hair-balled her guts out more than an hour before.
Oh yeah, it's been a busy day thus far. So, if you will excuse me.....now that I've located the peanut buttery ma-gurk on (and in) my shoe, I think I need to get a move on and take care of it. I may want to wear them later.
Eeewwww.
Jeez.
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