December 25, 2005
by Carolyn
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On the twelfth day of Christmas, my cat Roxy decided to give to me:
Twelve piles of cat puke
Seriously, I don’t know what’s wrong with her, but I’m starting to get very worried. I thought changing her cat food to the sensitive stomach stuff would make a difference. I did have some of the new Science Diet “indoor cat” formula in their dishes too … perhaps that’s what made her sick.
But the little shit decided that the following needed cat puke on it:
- My couch
- My bed
- My couch blanket
- My striped rug
- My carpeting
- My PURSE
- And finally, my quarterly IRA statements.
Roxy, do you think you could puke on the LINOLEUM in the KITCHEN for once? Or at least vomit on something that can either be 1) thrown away or 2) easily cleaned? My bedspread can’t be washed in my tiny fucking washing machine – only in a full size one. The ones in my building are $1.50 per wash and per dry (and it takes TWO dry cycles to get that bedspread dry). That would be fine, but guess who can’t find her change bin? Either that or Dan decided it was his and took it. No matter that I’ve been putting change in it for months.
So all I have is a fucking $20 bill on a day when NOTHING IS OPEN.
Merry Fucking Christmas to me! Continue reading →
