Okay cats, you win.

[howeverbrief]

Having animals is gross.

When I got home yesterday, I found out one of the cats had puked down the stairs... after I stepped in the puke and tracked it a few places because I was talking on the phone and putting something else away before I figured it out. It was watery with chunks of cat food in it. Oh, fantastic. I really enjoyed cleaning that and then having to run the washing machine because I couldn't stand the smell.

Earlier, I had planned to sit around and not clean anything because I'm freaking exhausted. (Sleep is evading me again. Woke up a lot last night, the night before, and hell, pretty much the last week and a half because my stupid body is out of whack. Anyway...) Cats changed that plan when one decided to take a crap in the box downstairs and not cover it, which left the smell to waft all over the house until I did something about it. Thanks, guys.

But... I hear stuff like this, and I remember what a gigantic sap I am and why I put up with them anyway:
"A good samaritan found this cat today in a gutter by Clark Park, half dead. He is now at the Cat Doctor with a body temperature of 90 (normal is 102) and blood PCV of 8. The Cat Doctor housecat, Diamond, is currently donating blood to save his life. During the exam, the vet found that this cat has a microchip. When called, his "owners" reported that he was acting sick, so they put him outside. If this makes you as angry as it makes us, please channel your anger in one of two ways: visit our website at www.citykitties.org and make a donation to help us pay for his care, or share this post and encourage others to do so."

(The site has taken to calling the kitty "Clark Kent." He is doing better, but he is still not well. Poor thing. From what they gleaned from his microchip, he's only around two years old and was adopted maybe six months ago. Sad.)

Both my dumb kitties are laying around in a warm house with full bowls of food, fresh water, and attention if they want it. They drive me absolutely crazy sometimes-- waking me up in the middle of the night smacking toys against the wall, meowing at all hours of the day, making copious messes in a variety of ways that still surprise me from time to time, butting in and climbing in my lap when I'm busy, getting hair all over everything I own, catching colds, getting abscesses and all sorts of other nonsense.

Still, even if they're jerks, they're my jerks.

Comments

[frozendoll.livejournal.com]

I have to say, cats seem more vile than dogs. I have both and let me tell you, the cats puke way more than the dog. Not to mention, they seem to puke right in the middle of main pathways around the house and the dog kinda knows to go to the tile floor in the kitchen and vomit there. Brainless kitties or spiteful. Maybe a bit of both!

Hope you have a happy turkey day. :)

[howeverbrief.livejournal.com]

Oh definitely. They may go in a litter box, but my cats have puked off the back of the couch, in the middle of the floor (on both the hardwood and the rug, ugh), on my bed, on their beds, on my school books, dear lord, the places they've puked. Hard to know if they do it on purpose or not. It's pretty ridiculous. Makes me question why I like cats more than dogs sometimes.

Thank you! I hope you do too!