Almost Ready To Blog Again; or Been Really Busy
Balthazar is also sick! Again.
As in: while walking out of my room this morning my feet went " splat" in something vaguely yellow. Eeewwww. Then I smelled something so foul my eyes watered, my butt puckered up, I got dizzy, and I gagged. It seems the cat had not only vomited (6 times!), but also had painted the laundry room with
Yay pets! Zeke Whippet, of course, thought this was the best day since the cicada outbreak a couple years ago ("Cool! The backyard is full of chicken nuggets! w00t!"). This morning his inner monologue went something like this
"Hey! What's this on the floor? [sniff sniff] Hey wow! The kitty made me breakfast! Thanks kitty, you're the best! Can I lick your butt when I'm done?"
Our pets are gross.