I couldn't possibly make this up.This morning, Ladybug decided to wake up at 5am, and I spent the next 45 minutes telling her to lay down and be quiet. We now have room darkening curtains, so the lights outside were not an issue. She just decided it was time to wake up. Hubby fell asleep studying in the guest room, so it was just Ladybug and me in the bed.
Finally, at 5:45 she couldn't stay in bed anymore and climbed out. While I am a morning person, my aging body does not spring out of bed, no matter what the time. So I slowly sat up, rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, and made my way to the bathroom.
Priority #1 in the morning is emptying my bladder. Priority #2 is feeding the Siamese, or the Siamese meowling torture will commence. And trust me, it is MUCH worse than Chinese water torture. Much worse.
After Ladybug had her morning milk-milk, I go back toward the bathroom to start getting cleaned up. As I am brushing my teeth, Ladybug sat down in the hallway. Oh good, I thought, a moment of quiet. Between LB bouncing around since 5:00 and the Siamese, it had been a noisy morning already and it was only 6:15.
I step out of the bathroom to find the reason that Ladybug was being quiet - cat vomit on the floor and she was playing with it! (No, I am NOT making this up!) I said a very unkind word about the cat, scooped LB up and put her in the pack-n-play. I grabbed baby wipes to clean up her hands and checked to make sure she hadn't put any in her mouth. Then I not so calmly clean up the cat vomit.
In the meantime, my ranting woke up Hubby so he emerges to see what's going on. In addition to all of this going on, I didn't sleep well due to a sore neck and shoulder, which usually signals the onset of a migraine. While LB was still in her pack-n-play, Hubby rubbed my shoulder (more like dug into it, but it was good). Oh yeah, before we sat down, I went on a cat hunt, found her, and threw her out the front door. She's an indoor-only cat. I was fed up, obviously.
So as Hubby was rubbing my shoulder, we talked. I realized there was a silver lining. At least it was chunky cat vomit and not slimy, been-in-the-stomach-for-a-while cat vomit.
I am serious, I could not even begin to make this up. That is how my morning started. How are you doing today?
Bless you heart!! I could not have taken any of it!! :o)
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Bleah! What is up with cats and vomiting? And why is that so fascinating to little ones?
ReplyDeleteInvariably, when my cat throws up, it is the first thing I step on - in bare feet - when I get out of bed.
Ah.... you can tell who your catty readers are. The rest of them were too grossed out to comment! hahaha... Anyway, one of the first things Elizabeth learned when she became mobile was "Don't touch the cat yuck!" Now, if she sees it before I do, she starts pointing at it & hollering, "Cat yuck! Cat yuck!" David also finds it & comes to get me... and so does my husband.
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