Miss Bitey has a bad habit. She learned, I don’t know how, that when the bedroom door is open, she can climb up the side of it like a tree (rather easy since one side, the side of the door facing the band room, has sound board on it - great for sinking the claws into).
She just did this about 10 minutes ago, then sat up on top of the door quite pleased with herself.
Then, the dreaded yacking.
Bitey: “yack, yack yack!”
Me: “Babe, grab her off the door, she’s going to puke!”
But I was too late. It was cinematic. She launched it dead center and sent it in dual streams on either side of the door, along with the offending bit of hair. The bedroom side is unfortunately painted with very cheap water based paint (hey we’ve been living on student aid). I get to repaint the door tomorrow, oh goody.
She of course is acting like absolutely nothing happened. “Me, do something as uncouth as vomiting in public? Never, darlings.”
