Thursday, 10 November 2011
Time Machine
I always have trouble deciding which point in history I'd go back to if I had a time machine. It's so difficult, as there are so many options. Like right now, for example, it's such a hard choice between California in 1970, the Court of Charles II in 1660, or the moment about five minutes ago, just before my cat The Bear spattered my clean bedcovers with a big shitload of puke.
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Evil Bear - that's very naughty of you. Did your human slave need punishing? Was breakfast late by 5 minutes this morning?
LOL, Time machine, what an appropriate title!
I should think he's been eating grass. As cats do.
A time machine would be very nice. If I had superhuman speed and reflexes to put a towel under puking cat so that vomit is contained, that would also be acceptable. My Sammie left a nice package under the sewing machine yesterday. You have my commiserations.
We have six cats and four are regular pukers. I've got to the point where I can look at the mess and hazard a guess as to who is the guilty party even if no one is around. I tell myself it's a CSI type skill...
Ahh, the spew on the bed, yes many a time have I come across that one. One of mine likes to spew whilst running down the stairs, thereby layering each step with a little something. Perhaps he thinks this will give me more opportunity to exercise whilst cleaning up after him.
better than the load of crap one left on the hood of my hubby's '61 Chrysler. Yep, that's right - just pulled up on the hood of the car & pooped. Oh joy.
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