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One of the Joys of Having a Cat

September18

Last night I was finally climbing into bed when I heard the television remote control fall to the floor with a thump. Damn. I leaned over the edge of the mattress and peered around in the dark, trying to spot it, but I couldn’t see it at all. What the hell? I just heard it fall, it couldn’t have gone that far!

I switched on the (totally cool) lava lamp next to the bed. It’s got glitter in it so it casts a very dim light over the room – enough for me to hopefully see the remote without disturbing the darkness of the night. I looked around on the floor, but still couldn’t see it. Now this was starting to bug me, so, reluctantly, I got out of bed and, on my hands and knees, looked under the bed in case it had somehow ended up under there.

I saw something black and reached for it, assuming it was the remote.

I quickly recoiled. It was not the remote.

Please don’t be poop, please don’t be poop, was all I was thinking as I took the lava lamp out of its socket so the full glare of the bulb would light up the room. I peered under the bed again.

Not poop, it was a hairball. Possibly a few days old. Dry and disgusting.

Luckily it didn’t stain the carpet. As hairballs go, it was actually not too bad. It’s not often Puddy coughs up a hairball, but when she does – and it’s fresh – it’s enough to make me gag. Obviously Puddy figured coughing one up under the bed meant she could keep it for a while, since it’s not often I venture under there. Thanks, cat.

Once my clean-up was done (don rubber gloves, pick up hairball with a tissue, spray carpet, lightly scrub with a damp towel, dab dry), I realised I still didn’t know where the remote was. With the room now lit up, I scanned the entire floor.

Turns out it had fallen off Phill’s side of the bed, not mine.

Puddy entered the room and came over, obviously interested in what I was doing on my hands and knees, halfway under the bed. She sniffed around the spot where she’d left her present, looked at me for a moment then jumped up onto the bed and curled up next to Phill.

Point taken.

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7 Comments to

“One of the Joys of Having a Cat”

  1. Avatar September 19th, 2009 at 1:21 am Daisy the Curly Cat Says:

    Good job, Puddy!
    ….Daisy the Curly Cat´s last post ..Catwalk Caturday (a day early!) My ComLuv Profile


  2. Avatar September 19th, 2009 at 2:27 pm The Bunns Says:

    Heee Heee Heeee … Katie ….. like we always say ….. CATS ARE WEIRD!
    ….The Bunns´s last post ..HE’S MINE !!!! My ComLuv Profile


  3. Avatar September 19th, 2009 at 4:42 pm Katie Says:

    Daisy – Thanks Daisy!

    The Bunns – They sure are weird! I wonder if bunnies have any weird habits… ;)


  4. Avatar September 20th, 2009 at 11:43 am CatSynth Says:

    That is a perfect example of the ups and downs of living with a cat :)
    ….CatSynth´s last post ..Weekend Cat Blogging: Grass! My ComLuv Profile


  5. Avatar September 20th, 2009 at 9:11 pm Katie Says:

    CatSynth – So true! Luckily the “ups” normally outweigh the “downs” lol


  6. Avatar September 21st, 2009 at 7:57 am kitikata-san Says:

    LOL! Gross! Dried old hairball! I don’t spit up hair too much for my humans to find. I did barf 12 times one day, and left nice piles all over the house for my humans. :)
    ….kitikata-san´s last post ..Zoikes! Look at was at my window! My ComLuv Profile


  7. Avatar September 21st, 2009 at 3:34 pm Katie Says:

    Kitikata-san – 12 times in one day is AMAZING! Scary, gross and icky, but still amazing! You must have eaten something nasty!


 
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