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…
Cats is digustin’ … LOL
They have Bishop’s Finger in SPB? Cool.
Maybe we shouldn’t mention ‘vomit’ around ‘you know who’…lol
Great pic! You look so happy!
well, I was in SPB! yeah, actually, funny how my title tied in with what we were discussing
Gord, I think it was actually a local beer in the glass, very nice one, or two, or three…
sasha eating it made me burst out laughing. little scumbag.
did you get me text today?
Ahh, well .. Baltika has been re-stocked at the liquor store here, so I can go back to appreciating the art of Russian beer again.
Rather a splendid domestic moment there, Lou!
Heh! Good on Sasha for cleaning up. I always wonder about hairballs, but it often seems to be a bit of undigested food, sorta like Scrooge’s rationalisation about the ghosts.
That’s one of the things I’m most grateful for when it comes to cats — they clean up after themselves, after a fashion, that is. Never heard of one cleaning up after another, though. You sure you’re feeding ‘em enough? Just teasing.
those Irish eyes again….
oh boy, CATS!