The Edge

(face-palmy icon, of course, for the kitty prezzie portion of this post. and, well, a few other things, too. >.O)

Why is it that, when my cat decides to barf on the floor, she inevitably does it in a spot where it's bound to get stepped on? Most likely by me. I mean, she could go to any number of sort-of-out-of-the-way places to upchuck. But, no. She does it in the doorways of rooms. In front of the washing machine. On the bath mat in my daughter's bathroom (which is also the bathroom I use most of the time). Next to my side of the bed.

Does it mean she loves me the most? And, if so, should I take it as a compliment? You know, kind of like when she used to kill little things and bring them to me as a prize? Or, does it mean she only pretends to like me -- purring to my face and, then, secretly hating on me once my back is turned. Or, does it mean she's still pissed at me for bringing Fae home? I mean, it's been a year and then some ... but cats seem to be professionals at holding grudges.

Ah well. The cat barf has been stepped in (as planned by Sister Kitty), cursed at (by me, as I was hopping around on one foot trying not to be too grossed-out), and cleaned up. I'm sure Fae will come along later and try to get it out of the trash, thus bringing the pet-fueled insanity full circle once again. See? This is what the Lion King meant with all that Circle of Life stuff. It wasn't anything romantic or cool. Nope, it was just something to do with barf. And stuff. >.O

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