Millie just clambered up on the (white) couch, right beside Benny’s shoulder, heaved (in that bizarre click, thunk, suck, zonk sort of way), and promptly vomited all over the arm of the couch. Benny jumped about two inches into the air, Millie sniffed her vomit, knocked it to the ground, and Sasha ate it.
I’m still wiping away the tears of hysterical laughter and by turns, nausea. Living with cats is fun.
Thanks for the kind comments about yesterdays post guys, reading back over it briefly in work earlier I must apologise for the lack of commas. I would edit it, but I’m more inclined to pour myself onto the couch and recover from a busy and hot day in work. Big glass windows + suit + running around = zzz.
A commenter reminded me of this photograph (taken in the Liverpool bar, St Petersburg), please don’t ask why…
