I’m sitting at the computer, reading the Dope (natch), when I hear my (very, very elderly) cat bringing up breakfast. I grab a roll of paper towels and try to figure out where he is. Kitchen? Nope. Dining room floor? Nope. Sitting on a dining room chair? There you are, Barf Boy.
Also on the (back of) the chair – a couple of jackets. Thank god he barfed all over the washable parka, and not the suede jacket.
And thank god I heard him do it, so I didn’t find out about this the next time I went to put on that jacket.
So, did your kitty make a lion jump through a flaming hoop or make your finances disappear or SOMETHING more…magical?
Maybe your cat fucked a unicorn and you neglected to post it because it’s such an everyday thing that happens in your neck of the woods, but it’d be a magical thing for us to see.
Dax decided last week she needed to hork, and since she was comfortable in the chair behind my back she elected not to move. So it splattered on the floor from the elevation of the chair seat.
I’ve found that it cleans up much better if you leave it to dry. If you clean it up wet, it’ll rub itself into whatever it’s on. Not making that mistake again. It vacuums up without incident once dry.
The floor in the office is linoleum, and the offending substance was right where I would either roll the chair into it or step in it if I didn’t clean it up immediately. I usually wait until it at least reaches room temp, as cleaning up warm kitty hork gives me the dry heaves.
