Today I realized that my cats probably hate me because when they start doing that hork-hork vomity noise I run over to them and pick them up (mid-hork) and push them onto the tile because it’s much easier to clean a hairball up there.
If I was throwing up and then – mid-vomit – my mother pushed me off the carpet onto the tile I think I’d probably be pissed. Now I feel all guilty about cat vomit. Again.
PS. Victor just read this over my shoulder and told me that “hork” isn’t a word. I assured him that it is, and that it’s the word you use for the noise cats make right before the splort all over the tile. Then he said “splort” isn’t a word either. I need to get that man a dictionary.
