Good Morning, Vomit.

I cleaned everything yesterday - partly to work out tension and partly because I wanted to surprise John. I mean everything - got the mop out, did three loads of laundry, meditated in scrubbing, etc. My piece de resistance, clean sheets, of course. Imagine my chagrin this afternoon when after excitedly gushing about my exam, he told me that he woke up to Foxy throwing up. At 8:30am. In the bed. On my pillow and side, to be exact.

Cats. We laughed. John re-washed the sheets. I bought her some "hairball control" food a few weeks ago because she's a total diva and cleans herself about 70% of the day (and if you've met her you know that's a lot of hair). However, she's been leaving us little piles of love lately and I'm starting to wonder if maybe the food controls hairballs by inducing vomit instead...

I'm going to keep my eye on it but in the midst of our collective musing about the twist this cat brings to our lives, we wondered if maybe it would be interesting to keep track of it. Everyday she does something weird, adorable or just downright hilarious. Yeah, I know, her and every other cat in the world. But this one is different. I swear. This is our attempt to bring a little joy (or for those cat owners, some relief that you're not the only one) to the world.

And yes, I am fully aware that choosing to write about a cat puts me into a place to receive fun-poking from many of you. I respectfully ask that you keep your "cat lady" comments at a minimum - John's writing here too! For the record, I wanted a dog instead...but sometimes in life, people and animals choose you...and the rest is history or a blog, or vomit on a pillow.

-- V