I was just on the phone with my friend Karen and I was in the middle of (unsuccessfully) convincing her about the importance of guns on roadtrips and then I heard that hurk-hurk noise of a cat throwing up so I ran over to scootch Posey toward the tile and the vomit was all glittery and he looked at me grumpily because I pushed him while he was throwing up and I was all “Posey, if you wouldn’t eat tinsel then you wouldn’t throw up tinsel” and Karen was all “Your cat is eating tinsel? That can’t be good for him” and was like “No, I think eating tinsel is normal for a cat. It makes changing the litter all festive” and she was all “And this is why I don’t have any cats” and I see her point but she also doesn’t have any guns so I think maybe this is less about cats and more about why Karen needs say yes to things more often.
But then I was all paranoid that maybe tinsel was bad for cats so I went to look it up but when I started to google “cats eat tinsel” this came up:
Then, of course, I had to click on “cats eat babies” because I DON’T KNOW WHY. And the answer given for why cats eat babies makes sense. Except for the end.
Also, I did look up “Should cats eat tinsel?” and it turns out that no, no they shouldn’t. So now I have to pull all the tinsel off my Christmas tree. Way to ruin Christmas, Posey.
PS. Don’t yell at me for being a bad cat owner. I rescued Posey from certain death 14 years ago so every day is a gift. A gift filled with significantly less sparkly Christmas trees and sad, sad holiday vomit. Also, he has arthritis and is allergic to himself and likes to sneeze copious amounts of snot in your face while while you’re sleeping. But he did make a music video for African orphans (true story) so stop judging him. He’s like the best cat ever.
PPS. Victor just pointed out that Posey may have been trying to kill himself. Awesome. And now I’m all depressed again.
Updated: Occasionally robot websites will auto-insert links to my blog into their product posts. It pretty much never works out for them: