Bull’s-eye June 14, 2007 ~ 11:16 am
Posted by Julie in : Da Cats , trackbackLast night Freddie took cat ownership to all new highs. Or lows, whichever.
I had just made dinner and was dividing it between a plate to eat then and a Gladware container so I could have the rest later in the week for lunch or dinner. As I was scooping the potatoes O’Brien into the Gladware, Freddie started to hork. He was on the kitchen table as he does this. I have crap on the kitchen table which does not need to be horked on. I quickly put the pan of potatoes down and picked Freddie up to deposit him on the floor. He horked on the go, essentially projectile vomiting.
I dropped him on the floor and grabbed paper towels to clean up the mess that was left by raw food nuggets in reverse, but I was puzzled. There should have been more hork. More hork definitely left his mouth than what I was finding. Maybe I was wrong. I shrugged and tossed the paper towels in the trash, and went to finish scooping potatoes O’Brien out of the pan into the Gladware. And that’s when I realized that Freddie? Freddie’s got good aim. Because the missing hork had landed right in the pan. Good thing I had already gotten 90% of the potatoes out of the pan already.
If there’s one thing that could have improved the joy that is cat vomit, it was cat vomit target practice.
Comments
OMG! My jaw is on the floor.
GAH–that’s nasty!
The Catropolitan is such a good girl that she never pukes when she visits her daddy. She also vacuums and replaces the Brita filter.
I want Retro’s cat!
Oh, that is so gross.
ick!
Good thing you saw it before you put it in the container
That’s funny, we use the same terminology with our cat. She likes to hork on the floor on my side of the bed. Luckily, I ususally hear her. Nothing like stepping in cat hork when you get up.
Isn’t cat ownership lovely?
Such is life in good ol’ New Hork, New York.
EWW!!!!
Wow, Lucie has nothing on Freddie. But don’t tell her I said that!
Potatoes O’Hork ~shudder