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Nighttime encounters (not the porno kind)
Sep. 12th, 2010 10:02 am4 AM: I am awakened by the sound of the cat throwing up. Hwhwhwh, hwhwhwh, hwhpthlat! I bolt upright and go to the front room, where I discover the location of the spitup - the hard way. With my bare foot. Ewwww.
It could have been worse. It was a small puddle of bile rather than a massive hairball or a big pile of regurgitated food.
While I was grumblingly cleaning my foot, Galen starts rowling at me to lie back down. Since he threw up, he now must lick my face to get rid of the taste in his mouth. He purrs heavily while this happens.
Naturally, The wife slept right through the whole thing.
It could have been worse. It was a small puddle of bile rather than a massive hairball or a big pile of regurgitated food.
While I was grumblingly cleaning my foot, Galen starts rowling at me to lie back down. Since he threw up, he now must lick my face to get rid of the taste in his mouth. He purrs heavily while this happens.
Naturally, The wife slept right through the whole thing.
