It's the end of the cats at my house, and I can't wait.
And case you are wondering, I'm not going to kill them. Nicole will be taking them away next week! I'm so excited, I can't wait. Nothing will make me happier than to be pet free.... the first time in 10 years I think.
About time too. Yesterday, Mack (the big cat) decided he was going to throw up a hairball, so he runs right into the middle of the living room. Great spot right on the carpet. I personally didn't want this to happen, so I run to him to pick him up and to move him to where he would do a little less damage (like my ceramic tile). He sees me coming, so as he is gagging, he runs and hides behinds the recliner. I catch him, pick him up and start to move him when all of a sudden he lets it fly.
Oh.... what a mess. Normally, its just in one spot, but this time because of my actions it looks like it came from a hairball spray gun.
I drop the cat and screamed. Mack, being sensible, ran and hid. Good thing too, he might not have seen the day's end if I still had my hands on him. Cursing his name, I got the clean up kit (I've gotten used to cleaning up these nasty hairballs) and cleaned up the slimy mess.
These cats cannot leave soon enough.
