Not for the squeamish!

This morning there were two fresh piles of cat vomit waiting for me. One upstairs in my room, and one in the living room. I know this will (when he sees the pile in our room) upset the love of my life. Yesterday, in fact, he kept closing the door so the cats couldn't even get up to our room. I kept opening it, because it is not a rule that they can't go up there.

So anyway, I left him a note on the white board on the fridge. It reads "Two piles of cat vomit this morning! One in our room, one in the living room. Good thing the door to our room was open or there would be TWO down here! Gives the clean-up crew a little variety. :-) "

How's that for a positive spin? He he... *sigh* I sure love my cats.

Speaking of multiple piles of cat vomit....

A few years ago, I came home from work only to be accosted by SEVEN piles of cat vomit throughout the house. They went from solid to complete liquid. I assumed it was my female cat, because she plays the bulimia card to keep her girlish figure. Well, it was none other than Mr. Woozel. (Daxter is his given name, but you know how that goes.) He puked again right in front of me and something came up with it. A long stringy object. I immediately started gagging and had to look away as he choked it back down. Unfortunately my gag reflex kept me from identifying the object.

I assumed it was a tape worm or something equally atrocious. I took him to the emergency vet, where they did some x-rays. His intestines were all bunched up awkwardly. The vet asked me, "is there any string lying around your house?" Well, gosh, did I mention I crochet like a mad woman? Oy vey..... yes, there is lots and lots of string/yarn all over the place!!!

Poor Mr. Woozel had to spend the night in the hospital. The next morning, I picked him up from the ER vet and took him to his regular vet so he could be hospitalized there until they figured out the problem. Meanwhile, I looked around to see if there were any obvious signs that Daxter had chewed off some yarn. Then I remembered something...... I had recently made a blanket for my BFF and his wife, and there was a long strand of yarn left over at the end of a skein. This was long... 8 to 10 feet. I had put it next to my big bag of yarn in the living room. This long strand was missing.

I was living with my mother at the time. I asked her if she had thrown it out. Nope. Oh crap.

I called the vet and told him of my discovery. They scheduled surgery for poor Mr. Woozel. Yes, he had in fact slurped down over 8 feet of beautiful green yarn. They surgically extracted it from his intestines. Poor baby!!!!

Here are a couple pictures. One is, obviously, the yarn. The other is a picture of him when I visited after the surgery. I apologize if it makes you sick. :-)

Isn't he chubby and cute?????