On Sunday, I posted on Facebook about finding cat vomit under a piece of newspaper and asked, “What’s worse.” Turns out there are a LOT of animal-related poop and vomit stories out there and my friends shared many. On the Facebook post, I added a picture of our big, handsome boy cat, Scooter (on the left) because he’s just to darned cute.
But I may have blamed the wrong cat.
Yesterday, I tossed the clean laundry on the sofa and folded mos of it. I left George’s T-shirts on the back of the sofa for him to fold. That is also the favorite napping place of Maggie, the fat little girl cat. Sadly, Maggie (to the right) is a one-person feline. She adores me but isn’t as fond of George. Sometimes when she’s sitting next to me on the love seat, he’ll tickle her feet. She really hates that. She threatened vengence–but who knew?
This morning, George went to pick up and fold the shirts and discovered–well, if you had to guess, based on my previous Facebook post, what did he discover? Yes, cat vomit. It had to be from Maggie because that’s her place. And that makes me wonder who left the other offering.
Please forgive me with my constant harping on this subject. I hope this is the end of it. If George will leave Maggie’s feet alone, I think this will solve the problem.
But probably not.