So, as I was preparing a post about one of our outdoor ferals, Orange Kitty, Puffy decides to mosey lovingly into the den. Perhaps, I thought, he wants a session with the brush. Oh, no! He proceeds to puke up his lunch. Right at my feet. No qualms about it; just lets it all go. Only fitting, ehh, since Orange Kitty is Puffy’s baby daddy (more on Puffy, specifically, later in this blog). Oh, it’s so disgusting to clean up half digested food…uggg, the color. The texture. Gross. And hairballs are no better to clean up, all slimy and stringy…
How can these adorable, loving, goofy playful creatures expend such disgusting detritus from their innards?
Of course, as the loving human kitty mother, I did clean it up right away. Not, though, without verbal complaint on my part… And having a good quantity of carpet and enzyme cleaners at the ready is just prudent. We have an unwritten rule in our home that whoever discovers the detritus first gets to clean it up. Ahum…Roger has accused me of purposely not seeing these feline contributions to our household chores. Who, me?!!
Of course I love all the kitties, unconditionally, no matter how disgusting they might be in the moment. Perhaps the life lesson is to do right thing no matter the circumstances: just hold your nose and get ‘er done! And the acceptance, too, that my home will never be truly clean again…sigh.
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