December 5th 2012 6:31 pm
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Well, we will see if talkin bout poop still gets DDPs.
Yesterday was a terbl day. I was actin kinda strange yesterday mornin, runnin up and down the hall like a crazy cat. Mama wondered what in the world was makin me do that. See, a bad old poop ball was chasin me all over the house, and it would not let go. I kept tryin to get away from it, but I could not run fast enuff. Finally mama figgered it out. I love my mama, but sumtimes she is not the sharpest knife in the drawer. Anyway, mama caught me as I runned by and inspectored my bloomers. She made a face, and we went straight to the bathyroom. I do not really love the pet wipers, but they are better than a butt bath in the giant tub. After a coupla pet wipers, my bloomers were soaky wet, but I didn't smell bad anymore, and the bad poop ball was all goned. I tried to just go out in the hall and dry my furs, but noooooooo; mama had to comb my furs out. I think I did a better job after she let me go...
This mornin I was real hungry, and I eated too fast, and all of a sudden my tummy said NO!!! Before I even knew what happened, some of my kitty chow camed up and landed on the floor. Mama made another face. What is with all the drama anyway? Kitties get cling-ons stuck to their booties, and sometimes our food does not stay in our tummies. Get over it, mama.
At least I got more tensions than Guns cuz mama decidered to stay with me while I finished my breakfast. She petted me and distractered me so I would not eat so fast, and it worked. All my kitty chow stayed in my tummy after that first time.
Those klingons are no fun.
Klingons are no fun - neither is throwing up. Hope you have a better rest of your day!