Other Exciting Developments
I just thought of Dan's profile statement ("Can't go to sleep. Clown will eat me. Can't go to sleep. Clown will eat me. Can't go to sleep. Clown will eat me.") and though it made me laugh before suddenly it had me guffawing this morning. I've probably had about 2 hours of sleep but I'm not tired.
My Dewey Decimal homework had better be correct because I'm not checking out all 4 volumes again before class to double-check it. But enough, because there were other exciting developments chez moi.
Such as my older cat barfing at midnight (well, that's not particularly news) into his own bowl (because I was aiming his head toward it. Because I have just about had it.). I left it (the barf not the head!) there. Because I have just about had it.
Then this prolific cat barfing on the bedroom floor when we're trying to sleep (he's a two-timer). Thanks, cat.
(My sister's cat barfed on my French book and was known pre-Katrina as Hurricane Marvin.)
Usually if the cat yakks on a non-emergency surface (unlike the bedroom floor) I just leave it there and it, um, disappears. (Aren't you glad I'm sharing this with you?)
Just another part of my exciting, glamorous life as Scheherazade of the blog world.
UPDATED: Yeah the digestive tracts of aging male cats are so well designed. Zing!