Number One goes into the living room.
#1: "Ohhhhhh, Frisbee, did you have to barf?" *grabs one pick-a-size paper towel*
Me: "Is it like a big hairball, or just a little barf?"
#1: "Just a little barf." *gets halfway into living room, stops short* "OH MY GOD SHE'S EATING IT."
#1 and #2: *groans*
#1 to #2: "You're helping me." *reaches for more paper towels*
#2 to me: "Well? Do I have to?"
Me: "Yes. There are gloves."
#2 to #1: "Give me 4."
Me: "No, you only need two."
#1: "Is she still eating it?"
Me: "Yep. She's moved on to the big pile now."
#1 and #2: *groans*
Me: "Well, wait until she's done, you'll have less to clean up."
#1 and #2: *groans*
#2: "I'm so glad I'm not hungry."
#1: "I feel sick."
2 comments:
Oh, yuck. Why do they have to eat it?
We're lucky our kitty hardly ever throws up.
Yes, you are very lucky! LOL
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