5:15am, MrsSqueegee and I are happily snoozing away, when:
"honnk! hoonnk! hoonk! … Blearagh! <splortch>
On the bedspread.
Well, hell – now I was awake. The stench of recycled kibble is definitely an eye-opener.
Maybe I could make productize this. A cat shaped alarm clock that makes vomit noises in the morning, along with a release of a special scent. Yeah, that’s it.
I can’t remember which poster it was, but they had something amusing to say about such “events”
If I’m ever in a persistant, vegetative state, and you want to know if I’m really “alive” bring a cat into the room that’s about to hork up a hairball. If I don’t immediately leap off of the bed and say “Not on the carpet, not on the carpet!” then you know I’m gone.
I have dogs and I can relate. There’s something about that “hornnk, hornnk” retching sound that can bring Coma Guy out of … well, a coma. I don’t know which is a more effective alarm clock, though. A puking alarm clock, or one with diarrhea, complete with flatulence. :eek:
Meh. As the owner of a (very tiny) chihuahua, the “hornnk, hornnk” sound is all but ignored in our house. It just means he got too excited and needs to lick something to breathe right again. Since we will be bringing one of the new kittens inside when they are weaned, I guess we’d all better un-desensitize ourselves, eh?
Was there a kitty memo out this morning? Because at 4:45am, Pixel decided to try to hawk up a hairball about 6 inches from my right ear. Got my attention, it did.