Gross.

Preface: Lucy had an upset stomach yesterday. Which lead to the following:

Lucy: [eats a bunch of food]

Lucy, half an hour later: [throws up a hairball + bunch of food, walks away]

Lucy, 15 seconds later [circles back, sees regurgitated food] food. NOM NOM.

Human: [cleaning up hairball + regurgitated food] Ugh, gross. Don’t eat that! Gross!

Lucy: [stands by, disgruntled, while regurgitated food is taken away]

Human [throws down cloth to wipe the floor afterwards, leaves to get soap/water]

Lucy: I have an idea for a fun game.

Lucy: [rolls on cloth/floor where she just vomited]

Human: WHY ARE YOU SO GROSS?

Lucy:gross

22 July 2016

Today…

I was trying to convince Lucy to abandon my desk chair, but she was obviously having none of that nonsense so I ever-so-slowly tiiiipped the chair so that she had no other option but to jump down.

I immediately felt terrible about resorting to such treachery and desperately tried to apologise but Lucy had long since run away in an indignant floofy huff.

Only to come back two minutes later in order to purr an inch away from my face because she is the sweetest most adorable kitten there ever was and I am the worst human ever because I won’t even let her sleep on the desk chair.

I do not deserve cats.

18 November 2015

cat in sleeping apartment

LOOK AT THIS ADORABLE FACE. HOW HAVE I BETRAYED YOU?