I would like to thank my lovely kitty for coughing up that giant hairball on the linoleum instead of on the rug I just washed.
I think this is a first.
She generally aims for the rug, especially if it has just been washed.
She has already eaten. She is just sitting there staring at me. She has been doing this a few minutes and it’s creeping me out.
This little stinkbeast has shredded my heart into bite-sized chunks.
Little Miss Fuzz understands the word no, quite well, actually.
At least I think she understands it because when I say it, she stops doing whatever it is I want her to stop doing.
But often she just pauses for a brief few seconds and then goes and does whatever-it-is anyway.
I’ve got my jammies on and I’m hanging out with my resident butt-warmer.