does anyone else . . .


live in mortal fear of walking into a dark room of their home and stepping into a pile of fresh cat hork?!?
just wondering.
cuz when i entered my house tonight i felt myself tense up.

and when i asked meself, now why did my shoulders just rise to my ears (?)
I laughed out loud when I realized that I
am terrorized by hairballs
(and regurgitated food from one cat who, despite a belly that drags the ground, thinks he’s starving and swallows
his food–and the others if he can– in one great swallow.)

how does one teach a cat to masticate?

well, it’s the wind-down after work, where I can easily get trapped into staying up all night.
I just can’t relax right away. But my goal is to get to bed in the next 15 minutes, to preserve my new schedule.
*nighty night*


13 thoughts on “does anyone else . . .

  1. Worse, I have a well-founded fear of being horked upon from the sky while taking a bath. Yes. It happened to me. A place I used to live at had these neato exposed beams along the high ceiling, perfect for a kitty to ramble around on. So I’m taking a bath one day and I feel something slightly warmer than my bath water hitting my shoulder. Words cannot express my horror when I looked up to see my little gray cat way up there above the tub doing the furball yack thing. I can remember telling myself not to panic, not to panic, and then standing up and turning on the shower. In the end I was all right again once I was clean, but I remained haunted and shaky for days.

    As for teaching cat to masticate, ugh. All I can do to keep the regurgitated food from coming up after every other meal or so is to limit the amount of food I put out and feed them more often. I just cover the bottom of three bowls with dry food and wait until most of it’s gone before giving them more. It’s a pain in the ass but so is cleaning up kitty puke.

  2. Hahahahaha!

    I don’t need the room to be dark for me to trot in catbarf…they hide it, ever so sneeky, just around the corner…i’ll be wandering out of one room into the next and and before i know it, i feel this cold squishiness inbetween my toes….eeeew it’s so gross! I’m more or less immune to cat-puke by now, but please don’t let it attack my toes.

  3. Hi Heidi!!!!!!!!! I finally got your card. I am so so sorry. You poor thing. You must have thought I was such a liar and so rude as well. I will get your card right out to you. My PO Box moved and all of the mail that arrived in january got moved to another person’s PO Box. I just got all of these cards a few days ago and was so happy to see them. I thought I was going crazy because I had been so careful to send cards and thank yous back to anyone who had written or asked for one, sheesh.

    Anyway thank you for the card and for all of your sweet, friendly, comments, you are wonderful and I am so happy to have you as a friend. I’m sorry I’m not too good at keeping up and commenting, if you ever need me for anything just come on over and grab me, i’m so busy and distracted and my friend’s list is just too damend long…

    Yes, I know what it feels like to step in cat barf, shit, piss, whatever, in the dark in the middle of the night, but you know what? It’s weird, but I’m not afraid of it for some reason. Maybe I’m just so used to it. I’m more worried about why they throw up, with so many kitties we have high casualties here and aside from the cost which is staggering, there is so much guilt and heartbreak. So when I step in barf, or someone pukes right on my face, like Curly Girl did the other night, I wind up thinking oh yuck but that’s usually pretty much overshadowed by how panicked and paranoid I feel afterwards.

    Can it really be as simple as the fact that some of them gobble down too much too fast because my beloved Jake has got that big wobbly hang down stomach (kind of like me) too and he’s always barfing.

    Anyway thank you for everything, you are a sweetheart, and I’ll get a card off to you as soon as I get back from Scott’s : )

    Big loving hugs,

  4. hi,
    you don’t know me, but i happened to be killing time by surfing LJ, and found yours. you mentioned a fat cat who, despite said girth, still horks down the food with reckless abandon.

    i have one too.

    the ONLY thing that works for my lil’ guy is to feed him tiny amounts of food, many meals throughout the day. yes, it’s a pain, for i have 2 other cats. but they have their own problems. 🙂 so i already have a pretty advanced cat-feeding ritual.

    but nevertheless, the reduction-in-serving-size trick should work. give it a shot, and good luck.

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