I love waking up to the sound of my cat, Jasper, puking at 6 am. I love when he is too lazy to get off the bed, and he upchucks his breakfast onto my cozy, blue velvet duvet from Pottery Barn. I love when sometimes he is standing on the two inch head board of my bed and vomit cascades like a waterfall down onto my nice clean pillow.
But most of all I love when I finally drag myself out of bed to look for his half digested breakfast, and I cannot find the vomit. Why you ask? Because my dog, Molly, is happily licking her paws as though she just consumed the most delectable meal of her life. This brings a whole new meaning to “wet food.”
Gross. Does anyone want to adopt a cat or dog?
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September 21st, 2009 at 12:58 am
Let me tell you about gross.
Gross is when your daughter vomits, not just on you, but on your face. And it runs down the inside of your shirt and onto your lap. As it sinks into your jeans, you have the feeling like you just peed yourself. But no, it’s someone else’s vomit. And not nice breast milk vomit, either. Serious sour yogurt and cheerios breakfast vomit.
I say if the dog is cleaning up after the cat, you gotta keep ‘em both.
Animals that eat vomit of other animals > Kids.
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