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Day 363: barf’n’poop

As we approach the end of this year-long experiment, I feel like these entries should be important and well-written. But we all know that’s not really going to happen.

Our cats are saucy little minxes. One will occasionally just barf around the house. Why does she do this? We’re not sure. It’s not an everyday occurrence, but it happens often enough to be disconcerting. Sometimes there’s a bit of food in there (is she eating too fast or swallowing hair with her food?), while sometimes it just seems to be stomach acid (is her throat just scratchy?).

Meanwhile, our other cat sometimes likes to take a dump somewhere unexpected. I think that has a valid explanation, though. I think that’s because I don’t scoop the litter enough and she gets a little angry that her litterbox is so full of poop.

I mainly bring this up today because I went to clean out the litterbox tonight (a task quite overdue) only to discover that Daisy had decided to relieve herself on our bathmat. As I tried to consider my options for taking care of this, Princess vomited three times in quick succession, quickly jumping away from the puddles she left behind out of either shame or surprise.

And I can’t blame our cats for doing these things. It’s not like they’re spiteful or trying to anger us deliberately. Princess probably enjoys ralphing as much as we enjoy cleaning it up. And Daisy only poops when the litterbox has gone uncleaned too long.

But it can be a bit much at the end of a tiring day.

Day 316: merry christmas (eve)!

It’s actually Christmas already almost everywhere in the world, including here, but Christmas doesn’t really come until you wake up on Christmas day.  Everyone knows that.

My mom is getting into town tomorrow too, so that’ll be exciting.  The three of us (four, if you count the baby) will sit around opening presents, then maybe see a movie, then eat a ham.  It’s a busy day tomorrow!

We considered leaving some milk and cookies out for Santa, but without a child, it seems more like a bad idea than a good idea.  I think what would most likely happen (as NORAD has confirmed that Santa already visited our house when we were in church) is that Daisy would eat the cookies and spill the milk, lick some of it, and throw up or poop all over the house.

It’d be a Christmas morning we’d never forget!  Although it might be good training for the baby, we’ll probably just open one present each, drink some hot chocolate, and go to bed.

Maybe we’ll watch an episode of something Christmas-y, like Ally McBeal.  Or The Wire.  Yeah, probably The Wire.

Day 284: pooper scooper

Did you know that pregnant women aren’t supposed to handle cat litter?  There’s some disease that can affect either pregnant women or fetuses that comes from cat poop.

Do you know what that means?  It means that while I’d love to stay and chat with you about turkey and television and video games and consumerism, I have some poops to scoops.

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