As soon as the alarm goes off in the morning, (and sometimes before then), our mitten-head likes to come in and remind us that she’s hungry.
She’ll get on the bed and sniff in your ear and tickle your face with her whiskers. Then when you make your breakfast she tangles herself between your ankles so that you almost trip and spill your bowl of goatmeal. Yes, goatmeal.
We usually try to wait till the latest we can to feed her in the morning, because some days we don’t get back again until later. We don’t want her to go too long without eating. I wouldn’t want to go that long without food.
But today, I don’t have to go to work until 1:00, so I figured feeding her a few minutes early wouldn’t matter because I can feed her at lunch too.
So, I made the fitten’s breakfast, which is wet food with water mixed in. Yes, our cat is weird. And yes we baby her.
She slurps breakfast down as fast as she can (like any normal morning), and I kiss Sean as he leave for work.
Then I turn back to head into the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face and what do I find?
A lovely warm, gooey slosh of cat vomit, extra watery… Gag.
Sean is usually the master of cleaning fresh cat vomit, and then I scrub the remains out of the carpet. I just can’t handle warm vomit. I can feel it through the paper towel when I clean it up. Gag.
But alas, there was no Sean to be the hero, as he had left for work already. So I went to the pantry and got some baking soda. I don’t know if this will work, but I’m hoping that it’ll soak up all the grossness, and then I can clean the carpet (I should have stock in resolve).
It looked worse before this.